Love Is Blind, It Stops Lovers Seeing

The Instances That Second Marriage Move Are Base Respects Of Thrift, But None Of Love.

New Customs, Though They Be Never So Ridiculous (nay, Let Em Be Unmanly), Yet Are Followed.

Such Thanks As Fits A King's Remembrance.

Now Old Desire Doth In His Deathbed Lie, And Young Affection Gapes To Be His Heir; That Fair For Which Love Groan'd For And Would Die, With Tender Juliet Match'd, Is Now Not Fair.

Thus We Play The Fool With The Time And The Spirits Of The Wise Sit In The Clouds And Mock Us.