But miserable most, to love unloved? This you should pity rather than despise.
A Midsummer Night's Dream · 1599
But miserable most, to love unloved? This you should pity rather than despise.
Sleep, that sometimes shuts up sorrow's eyes, Steal me awhile from mine own company.
Love looks not with the eyes but with the mind; And therefore is winged Cupid painted blind.