Light, seeking light, doth light of light beguile; So, ere you find where light in darkness lies, Your light grows dark by losing of your eyes.
— from The Complete Works of William Shakespeare by William Shakespeare

Great heavens, this decent little devil here has got more of a woman’s heart to her when she brings me my medicine than the whole blooming lot of you ever dreamed of!”
— from The Wasted Generation by Owen Johnson

I almost longed to rush at her and cry: "But look, open your eyes; that man is entreating you!...
— from The Choice of Life by Georgette Leblanc

The ostensible one, (and that rational enough too,) is that the women may chuse Habits unobserved by each other for these innumerable Masquerades, where two or three different characters are supported every evening by Ladies of y e Haut Ton; increasing expence, and facilitating intrigue in a manner hitherto unexampled.
— from The Intimate Letters of Hester Piozzi and Penelope Pennington, 1788-1821 by Penelope Pennington

all delights are vaine, and that most vaine Which with paine purchas'd, doth inherit paine, As painefully to poare vpon a Booke, To seeke the light of truth, while truth the while Doth falsely blinde the eye-sight of his looke: Light seeking light, doth light of light beguile: So ere you finde where light in darkenesse lies, Your light growes darke by losing of your eyes.
— from Love's Labour's Lost by William Shakespeare

I cannot but look on your efforts and successes with high gratification, and in the chills of a colder moral atmosphere and the dissatisfactions of a necessarily [Pg 348] less productive field, I sometimes half wish myself in the midst of you.
— from Memoir of Rev. Joseph Badger Fourth Edition by E. G. (Elihu Goodwin) Holland

Why, all delights are vain; but that most vain, Which, with pain purchased, doth inherit pain: As, painfully to pore upon a book 075 To seek the light of truth; while truth the while Doth falsely blind the eyesight of his look: 077 Light, seeking light, doth light of light beguile: So, ere you find where light in darkness lies, Your light grows dark by losing of your eyes.
— from The Works of William Shakespeare [Cambridge Edition] [Vol. 2 of 9] by William Shakespeare

Hi vows hif I’d me wi at all hi’d order hout a troop, Hand send the bloomin’ lot o’ yer ’ead over ’eels in soup.
— from Cobwebs from a Library Corner by John Kendrick Bangs

Do you believe as a simple revealed truth, plain as a sunbeam in such words as these, that Jesus Christ Himself will do something on you, and in you, and for you, if you love Him and trust Him; that His hand will be laid on your eyes as it was laid of old; that He will indeed, in no metaphor, but in reality, show Himself to you?
— from Expositions of Holy Scripture: St. John Chapters I to XIV by Alexander Maclaren