Beautiful Stories from Shakespeare · E. Nesbit
LOVE.
A murd'rous, guilt shows not itself more soon, Than love that would seem bid: love's night is noon. Twelfth Night -- III. 2. Sweet love, changing his property, Turns to the sourest and most deadly hate. King Richard II. -- III. 2. When love begins to sicken and decay, It useth an enforced ceremony. Julius Caesar -- II. 2. The course of true-love never did run smooth. Midsummer Night's Dream -- I. 1. Love looks not with the eyes, but with the mind. Idem. She never told her love,-- But let concealment, like a worm i' th' bud, Feed on her damask check: she pined in thought And, with a green and yellow melancholy, She sat like Patience on a monument, Smiling at grief. Was not this love indeed? Twelfth Night -- II. 4. But love is blind, and lovers cannot see The pretty follies that themselves commit. The Merchant of Venice -- II. 6. What a piece of work is man! How noble in reason! How infinite in faculties! in form, and moving, how express and admirable! in action, how like an angel! in apprehension, how like a god! the beauty of the world! the paragon of animals! Hamlet -- II. 2.
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