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

Vaulting ambition, which o'erleaps itself And falls on the other side

Her blood is settled, and her joints are stiff; Life and these lips have long been separated: Death lies on her like an untimely frost Upon the sweetest flower of all the field.

But yet I'll make assurance double sure, and take a bond of fate: thou shalt not live.

And be these juggling friends no more believ'd, That palter with us in a double sense; That keep the word of promise to our ear And break it to our hope.

All offences come from the heart.

O, teach me how you look, and with what art You sway the motion of Demetrius' heart."-Helena