"How happy some o'er other some can be
Through Athens I am thought as fair as she
But what of that? Demitrius thinks no so.
He will not know what all but he do know
And as he errs doting on Hermia's eyes
So I, admiring of his qualities
Things base and vile holding no quantity
Love can transpose into form and dignity
Love looks not with the eye, but with the mind
And therefore is winged cupid painted blind
And hath love's mind of any judgement taste
Wings and not eyes figure unheedy haste.
And therefore love is said to be a child
Because, in choice, he is so oft beguiled.
As waggish boys in game themselves forswear
So the boy love is perjured everywhere.
For err Demitrius looked on Hermia's eyne
He swore down oaths that he were only mine.
And when this hail some heat from Hermia felt
So he dissolved and showers of oaths did melt."
~Hermia, A Midsummer Night's Dream
William Shakespeare
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