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.

ROMEO to BALTHASAR But if thou, jealous, dost return to pry In what I further shall intend to do, By heaven, I will tear thee joint by joint And strew this hungry churchyard with thy limbs: The time and my intents are savage-wild, More fierce and more inexorable far Than empty tigers or the roaring sea.

Love looks not with the eyes, but with the mind, And therefore is winged Cupid painted blind.

'Tis better to be vile than vile esteemed

I had rather have a fool to make me merry than experience to make me sad and to travel for it too!

I am misanthropos, and hate mankind, For thy part, I do wish thou wert a dog, That I might love thee something.

Is not the truth the truth?