What though the foot be shackled; the heart is free. Goethe.
What, though thou wert rich and of high esteem, dost thou yield to sorrow because of thy loss of fortune? Hitopadesa.
What tragic wastes of gloom / Curtain the soul that strives and sins below! R. Garnet.
What trifling silliness is the childish fondness of the every-day children of the world! 'Tis the unmeaning toying of the younglings of the fields and forests. Burns.
What 'twas weak to do, / 'Tis weaker to 15 lament, once being done. Shelley.
What unknown seas of feeling lie in man, and will from time to time break through! Carlyle.
What was my morning's thought, at night's the same; / The poor and rich but differ in the name. / Content's the greatest bliss we can procure / Frae 'boon the lift; without it kings are poor. Allan Ramsay.
What was once to me / Mere matter of the fancy, now has grown / The vast necessity of heart and life. Tennyson.
What we are going to, is abundantly obscure; but what all men are going from, is very plain. John Sterling.
What we are, that only can we see. Emerson. 20