It is meant that noble minds keep ever with their likes; for who so firm that cannot be seduced.
If love be blind, love cannot hit the mark
Thy wish was father, Harry, to that thought.
He makes a July's day short as December.
Because it is a customary cross, As die to love as thoughts, and dreams, and sighs, Wishes, and tears, poor fancy's followers.
How wayward is this foolish love that, like a testy babe, will scratch the nurse and presently, all humble, kiss the rod.