Oh, that way madness lies; let me shun that.
so full of shapes is fancy
What made me love thee? let that persuade thee, there's something extraordinary in thee
And be these juggling friends no more believ'd, That palter with us in a double sense; That keep the word of promise to our ear And break it to our hope.
I am not in the giving vein today.
If love be blind, it best agrees with night