Then to Silvia let us sing that Silvia is excelling. She excels each mortal thing upon the dull earth dwelling.

Though she be but little, she is fierce!

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.

All the world's a stage, and all the men and women mearly players.

They are fairies; he that speaks to them shall die. I'll wink and couch; no man their works must eye.

I always thought it was both impious and unnatural that such immanity and bloody strife should reign among professors of one faith.

For man is a giddy thing, and this is my conclusion.