The Eyes Are The Window To Your

I Desire You In Friendship, And I Will One Way Or Other Make You Amends.

There Is Nothing Serious In Mortality

And Do As Adversaries Do In Law, Strive Mightily, But Eat And Drink As Friends.

I Have Of Late--but Wherefore I Know Not--lost All My Mirth, Forgone All Custom Of Exercise.

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.