Trusty, dusky, vivid, true, With eyes of gold and bramble-dew, Steel-true and blade-straight, The great artificer made my mate.

Not all that tempts your wand'ring eyes / And heedless hearts, is lawful prize; / Nor all that glisters, gold.

Although gold dust is precious, when it gets in your eyes it obstructs your vision

Our lightweights did a good job tonight. They all went out with fire in their eyes. The matches were all close and Tait was fighting hard down to the very end.

Nothing Gold Can Stay

Keep your eyes open to your mercies. The man who forgets to be thankful has fallen asleep in life.