Speech is like cloth of Arras opened and put abroad, whereby the imagery doth appear in figure; whereas in thoughts they lie… — Plutarch Copy Share Image
Memory is a capricious and arbitrary creature. You never can tell what pebble she will pick up from the shore of life… — Henry Van Dyke Copy Share Image
The clouds that gather round the setting sun do take a sober colouring from an eye that hath kept watch o'er man's… — William Wordsworth Copy Share Image
