But Love Is Blind And Lovers Cannot

All His Successors Gone Before Him Have Done 't; And All His Ancestors That Come After Him May.

Is This A Dagger Which I See Before Me, The Handle Toward My Hand?

I Do I Know Not What, And Fear To Find Mine Eye Too Great A Flatterer For My Mind. Fate, Show Thy Force. Ourselves We Do Not Owe. What Is Decreed Must Be; And Be This So.

Let Me Be Ignorant, And In Nothing Good, But Graciously To Know I Am No Better.

The Will Is Deaf And Hears No Heedful Friends.