A Happy Ending Cannot Come In The

The Will Is Deaf And Hears No Heedful Friends.

Love Sees With The Heart And Not With Mind.

I Do Desire We May Be Better Strangers.

Our Very Eyes Are Sometimes, Like Our Judgments, Blind.

King Henry: But What A Point, My Lord, Your Falcon Made, And What A Pitch She Flew Above The Rest! To See How God In All His Creatures Works! Yea, Man And Birds Are Fain Of Climbing High. Suffolk: No Marvel, An It Like Your Majesty, My Lord Protectors Hawks Do Tower So Well; They Know Their Masters Loves To Be Aloft, And Bears His Thoughts Above His Falcon's Pitch. Gloucester: My Lord, 'tis But A Base Ignoble Mind That Mounts No Higher Than A Bird Can Soar.