He that had neither beene kithe nor kin, Might have seene a full fayre sight. - Thomas Percy,

Nothing sharpens sight like envy

Visions of glory, spare my aching sight.

When you fall in love with golf, you seldom fall easy. It's obsession at first sight.

Everye white will have its blacke, And everye sweete its soure.

Shall I bid her goe? what and if I doe? Shall I bid her goe and spare not? Oh no, no, no, I dare not.