Proper Deformity Shows Not In The Fiend

When Lenity And Cruelty Play For A Kingdom, The Gentler Gamester Is The Soonest Winner

Death Lies On Her Like An Untimely Frost.

And She's Fair I Love.

No Beast So Fierce But Knows Some Touch Of Pity. But I Know None, And Therefore Am No Beast.

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. Nor Hath Love's Mind Of Any Judgment Taste; Wings And No Eyes Figure Unheedy Haste.