Matthew Prior

They talk most who have the least to say.

Similes are like songs of love: They much describe; they nothing prove.

Our hopes, like towering falcons, aim At objects in an airy height; The little pleasure of the game Is from afar to view the flight.

Bo nadzieja nie jest niczym innym jak tylko snem tych, którzy się budzą.

For hope is but the dream of those that wake.(Solomon on the Vanity of the World)