Cupid is a knavish lad, Thus to make poor females mad.

You have dancing shoes with nimble soles. I have a soul of lead.

Women being the weaker vessels, are ever thrust to the walls.

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.

Full of wise saws and modern instances.

We must be gentle now we are gentlemen.

Now let it work. Mischief, thou art afoot. Take thou what course thou wilt.