Love looks not with the eyes, but with the mind;
235 And therefore is wing’d Cupid painted blind:
Nor hath Love’s mind of any judgement taste;
[237] Wings, and no eyes, figure unheedy haste:
And therefore is Love said to be a child,
[239] Because in choice he is so oft beguiled.
[240] As waggish boys in game themselves forswear,
So the boy Love is perjured every where:
For ere Demetrius look’d on Hermia’s eyne,
He hail’d down oaths that he was only mine;