LOVE LOOKS NOT WITH THE EYES, BUT WITH THE MIND, AND THEREFORE IS WING’D CUPID PAINTED BLIND.
SWIFT AS A SHADOW, SHORT AS ANY DREAM,
BRIEF AS THE LIGHTNING IN THE COLLIED NIGHT,
THAT, IN A SPLEEN, UNFOLDS BOTH HEAVEN AND EARTH,
AND ERE A MAN HATH POWER TO SAY, “BEHOLD!”
THE JAWS OF DARKNESS DO DEVOUR IT UP: SO QUICK BRIGHT THINGS COME TO CONFUSION.