How far that little candle throws his beams! So shines a good deed in a naughty world.
How every fool can play upon the word! I think the best grace of wit will shortly turn into silence, and discourse grow commendable in none only but parrots.
But love is blind, and lovers cannot see.
A substitute shines brightly as a king until a king be by, and then his state empties itself, as doth an inland brook into the main of waters.