But love is blind and lovers cannot see
The icy precepts of respect.
Happy are they that hear their detractions, and can put them to mending.
Better a little chiding than a great deal of heartbreak.
Oh God! that one might read the book of fate, And see the revolution of the times Make mountains level, and the continent, Weary of solid firmness, melt itself Into the sea.
God has given you one face, and you make yourself another.