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.
The empty vessel makes the loudest sound.
There's many a man hath more hair than wit.
It is not night when I do see your face.
Receive what cheer you may. The night is long that never finds the day.
Lady, with me, with me thy fortune lies.