You see through love, and that deludes your sight, As what is straight seems crooked through the water.
Thou tyrant, tyrant Jealousy, Thou tyrant of the mind!
Imitation pleases, because it affords matter for inquiring into the truth or falsehood of imitation, by comparing its likeness or unlikeness with the original.
And love's the noblest frailty of the mind.
He who would pry behind the scenes oft sees a counterfeit.
Sweet is pleasure after pain.