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Love Looks Not With The Eyes, But With The Mind, And Therefore Is Winged Cupid Painted Blind.

My Joy Is Death- Death, At Whose Name I Oft Have Been Afeard, Because I Wish'd This World's Eternity.

If Thou Dost Marry, I'll Give Thee This Plague For Thy Dowry: Be Thou As Chaste As Ice, As Pure As Snow, Thou Shalt Not Escape Calumny.

Exceeds Man's Might: That Dwells With The Gods Above.

Past All Shame, So Past All Truth.