Love looks not with the eyes, but with the mind; And therefore is wing'd Cupid painted blind. Nor hath love's mind of any judgment taste; Wings and no eyes figure unheedy haste: And therefore is love said to be a child, Because in choice he is so oft beguil'd.
Those that are good manners at thecourt are as ridiculed in the country, as the behavior of the country is most mockable atthe court.
If God send me no husband, for the which blessing I am at him upon my knees every morning and evening ...
When I have seen such interchange of state, Or state itself confounded, to decay; Ruin hath taught me thus to ruminate— That Time will come and take my love away. This thought is as a death which cannot choose But weep to have, that which it fears to lose.
Sit down awhile; And let us once again assail your ears, That are so fortified against our story What we have two nights seen.
She's so conjunctive to my life and soul That, as the star moves not but in his sphere, I could not but by her.