Know ye the land where the cypress and myrtle Are emblems of deeds that are done in their clime; Where the rage of the vulture, the love of the turtle, Now melt into sorrow, now madden to crime? Byron.Bride of Abydos, Canto I. Verse 1.
Lord, we know what we are, but know not what we may be. Shakespeare.Hamlet, Act IV. Scene 5. (Ophelia to the King.) Davenant.The Philosopher and Lover ante Ignorance.