A Midsummer Night's Dream

Love looks not with the eyes, but with the mind;
And therefore is wing'd Cupid painted blind:

For you in my respect are all the world:
Then how can it be said I am alone,
When all the world is here to look on me?

Love said to be a child,
Because in choice he is so oft beguiled.

Love looks not with the eyes, but with the mind

Things base and vile, folding no quantity,
Love can transpose to form and dignity:
Love looks not with the eyes, but with the mind;
And therefore is wing'd Cupid painted blind:

beg the ancient privilege of Athens,
As she is mine, I may dispose of her:

Chanting faint hymns to the cold fruitless moon.

My noble lord,
This man hath my consent to marry her.

Hippolyta, I woo'd thee with my sword,
And won thy love, doing thee injuries;
But I will wed thee in another key,
With pomp, with triumph and with revelling.

The kinder we, to give them thanks for nothing.