Why then should witless man so much misweene
That nothing is but that which he hath seene?

No perspective, no perception.
New perspective, new perception.

The optimist sees the donut, the pessimist sees the hole.

Woe never wants, where every cause is caught, and rash Occasion makes unquiet life.

Vaine is the vaunt, and victory unjust, that more to mighty hands, then rightfull cause doth trust.

The merry cuckow, messenger of Spring, His trumpet shrill hath thrice already sounded.