William Shakespeare

MERCUTIO

If love be rough with you, be rough with love;
Prick love for pricking, and you beat love down.

Fair is foul, and foul is fair:
Hover through the fog and filthy air.

Double, double toil and trouble;
Fire burn, and cauldron bubble.

You kiss by the book.

move is to stir; and to be valiant is to stand:

It is too rash, too unadvised, too sudden;
Too like the lightning, which doth cease to be
Ere one can say 'It lightens.' Sweet, good night!
This bud of love, by summer's ripening breath,

Love said to be a child,
Because in choice he is so oft beguiled.

Things base and vile, folding no quantity,
Love can transpose to form and dignity:
Love looks not with the eyes, but with the mind;
And therefore is wing'd Cupid painted blind:

Love looks not with the eyes, but with the mind

love is not love

Which alters when it alteration finds,

Or bends with the remover to remove.