The course of true love never did run smooth. Things base and vile, holding no quantity, love can transpose to from and dignity: love looks not with the eyes, but with mind. Lord, what fools these mortals be! The lunatic, the lover and the poet are of imagination all compact. Since the little wit that fools have was silenc'd, the little foolery that wise men have makes a great show. Beauty provoketh thieves sooner than gold. Sweet are the uses of adversity. Do you not know I am a woman? When I think, I must speak. Love is merely a madness. O, how bitter a thing it is to look into happiness through another man's eyes! It is a wise father that knows his own child. Love is blind and lovers cannot see the pretty follies that themselves commit. All that glisters is not gold. So is the will of a living daughter curb'd by the will of a dead father. The quality of mercy is not strained.
