But No Perfection Is So Absolute, That

Why, I' Faith, Methinks She's Too Low For A High Praise, Too Brown For A Fair Praise And Too Little For A Great Praise: Only This Commendation I Can Afford Her, That Were She Other Than She Is, She Were Unhandsome; And Being No Other But As She Is, I Do Not Like Her. (benedick, From Much Ado About Nothing)

Mechanic Slaves With Greasy Aprons, Rules, And Hammers, Shall Uplift Us To The View.

What Is Done Cannot Be Now Amended.

Thoughts Are But Dreams Till Their Effects Are Tried.

The Present Eye Praises The Present Object.