Love goes toward love, as schoolboys from their books;But love from love, toward school with heavy looks.

For she had eyes and chose me.

Schoolboys are a merciless race, individually they are angels, but together, especially in schools, they are often merciless.

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

Kindness in women, not their beauteous looks, shall win my love.

Enjoy the honey-heavy dew of slumber . . .