For I light my candle from their torches.

Misled by Fancy's meteor-ray, By passion driven; But yet the light that led astray, Was light from Heaven.

Light is architectural. It is sculptural.

I say with Didacus Stella, a dwarf standing on the shoulders of a giant may see farther than a giant himself

Like Aesop's fox, when he had lost his tail, would have all his fellow foxes cut off theirs

Most part of a lover's life is full of agony, anxiety, fear and grief, complaints, sighs, suspicions, and cares (heigh-ho my heart is woe), full of silence and irksome solitariness