For angling-rod he took a sturdy oake;
For line, a cable that in storm ne'er broke;
His hooke was such as heads the end of pole
To pluck down house ere fire consumes it whole;
The hook was baited with a dragon's tale,—
And then on rock he stood to bob for whale.
A heart without music is like beauty without melancholy.
Do not bite at the bait of pleasure till you know there is no hook beneath it.
The gods give no gifts without hooks embedded.
Beauty without grace is the hook without the bait.
Good manners without sincerity are like a beautiful dead lady.
Dessert without cheese is like a beauty with only one eye
I don't like standard beauty — there is no beauty without strangeness.
It is useless to be young without being beautiful, or beautiful without being young.
Without a hook, the new information falls on the floor.