Things base and vile, holding no quantity, Love can transpose to form and dignity.
A Midsummer Night's Dream · 1599
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.
Sleep, that sometimes shuts up sorrow's eyes, Steal me awhile from mine own company.
But miserable most, to love unloved? This you should pity rather than despise.