Take but degree away, untune that string, and hark, what discord follows!
Thy wish was father, Harry, to that thought.
Shall I never see a bachelor of three score again?
I am a man more sinned against than sinning
Things base and vile, holding no quantity, Love can transpose to form and dignity. Love looks not with the eyes, but with the mind, And therefore is winged Cupid painted blind. Nor hath Love's mind of any judgment taste; Wings and no eyes figure unheedy haste.
So curses all Eve's daughters of what complexion soever.