A blind man can't forget the eyesight he lost, show me any beautiful girl. How can her beauty not remind me of the one whose beauty surpasses hers?
PAROLLES Just, you say well; so would I have said.
Rude am I in my speech, And little blessed with the soft phrase of peace.
Who buys a minute's mirth to wail a week? Or sell eternity to get a toy? For one grape who will the vine destroy?
Love thrives not in the heart that shadows dreadeth.
Ay, the heads of the maids, or their maidenheads; take it in what sense tou whilt.