And therefore is winged Cupid painted blind.

Love looks not with the eyes, but with the mind, And therefore is winged Cupid painted blind.

But love is blind, and lovers cannot see The pretty follies that themselves commit, For if they could, Cupid himself would blush To see me thus transformed to a boy

to tell us Cupid is a good hare-finder and Vulcan a rare carpenter?

If you love her, you cannot see her . . . because love is blind.

Cupid is a knavish lad, Thus to make poor females mad