“Night hath a thousand eyes.” — John Lyly Quote

Night hath a thousand eyes.

He that loseth his honesty hath nothing else to lose.

Where the mind is past hope, the heart is past shame.

As the best wine doth make the sharpest vinegar, so the deepest love turneth to the deadliest hate.

To give reason for fancy were to weigh the fire, and measure the wind.

Through this same man and me hath all this war been wrought, and the death of the most noblest knights of the world; for through our love that we have loved together is my most noble lord slain.

One rich Man hath Lands, not only more than he can manage, but so much, that letting them out to others, he is supplied with a large over-plus, so needs no farther care.

A man of great memory without learning hath a rock and a spindle and no staff to spin.

He that loseth his honesty hath nothing else to lose.

What God hath wrought?