“That field hath eyen, and the wood hath ears.”

Look up on high, and thank the God of all.

The guilty think all talk is of themselves.

A yokel mind loves stories from of old, Being the kind it can repeat and hold.

How potent is the fancy! People are so impressionable, they can die of imagination.

Yet do not miss the moral, my good men. For Saint Paul says that all that’s written well Is written down some useful truth to tell. Then take the wheat and let the chaff lie still.

Women naturally desire the same six things as I; they want their husbands to be brave, wise, rich, generous with money, obedient to the wife, and lively in bed.

If gold rusts, what then can iron do?

Many small make a great.

People can die of mere imagination.

In the stars is written the death of every man.

And so it is in politics, dear brother, Each for himself alone, there is no other.

We little know the things for which we pray.

For out of old fields, as men saith, Cometh all this new corn from year to year; And out of old books, in good faith, Cometh all this new science that men learn.

Patience is a conquering virtue. The learned say that, if it not desert you, It vanquishes what force can never reach; Why answer back at every angry speech? No, learn forbearance or, I’ll tell you what, You will be taught it, whether you will or not.

In love there is but little rest.

And gladly would he learn and gladly teach.

After a while the eye candy I used to crave became bitter to taste.

Blind are those who see only through eyes.

People who demand a long life are actually the ones who suffer life. Blessed are those people who live their whole life in a blink of an eye.

And all this aching memories of you are floating through my burning veins; letting my scars glow in a dark blue reflecting the colour of your weary eyes.

This petite heart found strength in your kind eyes.

They all walk by on the grey path. Different stories on the move. Their eyes reveal it all, who’s lights diminished? Who has something left to prove?

So I will call upon your Name and keep my eyes above the waves when oceans rise my soul rests in Your embrace.

If I could choose how to die, I would drown in your eyes.