Bears no impression of the thing it was.
Methinks my zeal to Valentine is cold,
II. 4.
200 And that I love him not as I was wont.
O, but I love his lady too too much!
And that’s the reason I love him so little.
How shall I dote on her with more advice,
That thus without advice begin to love her!
205 ’Tis but her picture I have yet beheld,
And that hath [dazzled] my reason’s light;
But when I look on her perfections,