I had rather hear my dog bark
at a crow than a man
swear he loves me.
Love looks not with the eyes,
but with the mind;
And therefore is winged
Cupid painted blind.
Love looks not with eyes,
but with the mind.
They do not love that
do not show their love. The course of true love
never did run smooth. Love is a familiar.
Love is a devil.
There is no evil angel but Love.
Sacred and sweet
was all I saw in her
Good night, good night!
Parting is such sweet sorrow
