Cornelia. What flowers are these? Gazetta. The pansy this. Cor. Oh, that's for lover's thoughts. - George Chapman

None ever loved but at first sight they loved.

I am ashamed the law is such an ass.

As when about the silver moon, when air is free from wind,
And stars shine clear; to whose sweet beams, high prospects, and the brows
Of all steep hills and pinnacles, thrust up themselves for shows;
And even the lowly valleys joy, to glitter in their sight,
When the unmeasured firmament bursts to disclose her light,
And all the signs in heaven are seen that glad the shepherd's heart.