Titania: Thou art as wise as thou art beautiful.
Hermia: Oh, hell! To choose love by another's eyes!
Lysander: Ay me! For aught that I could ever read,
Could ever hear by tale or history,
The course of true love never did run smooth.
But either it was different in blood—
Helena: Weigh oath with oath, and you will nothing weigh.
Helena: Love looks not with the eyes but with the mind.
And therefore is winged Cupid painted blind.
Nor hath Love's mind of any judgment taste —
Wings and no eyes figure unheedy haste.
And therefore is Love said to be a child,
Because in choice he is so oft beguiled.