For I am he am born to tame you, Kate; and bring you from a wild Kate to a Kate conformable as other household Kates.
One sin another doth provoke.
The attempt and not the deed confounds us.
Love is too young to know what conscience is.
Do not banish reason for inequality; but let your reason serve to make the truth appear where it seems hid, and hide the false seems true.
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.