Love looks not with the eyes, but with the mind, And therefore is winged Cupid painted blind.
Base men being in love have then a nobility in their natures more than is native to them.
The proverb is something musty.
If I must die, I will encounter darkness as a bride, and hug it in mine arms.
What is the city but the people?
The evil that men do lives after them; the good is oft interred with their bones.