Love looks not with the eyes, but with the mind, And therefore is wing'd Cupid blind.
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Let no man value at a little priceA virtuous woman's counsel; her wing'd spiritIs feather'd oftentimes with heavenly words.
George Chapman'Twas thine own genius gave the final blow, And help'd to plant the wound that laid thee low: So the struck eagle , stretch'd upon the plain, No more through rolling clouds to soar again, View'd his own feather on the fatal dart, And wing'd the shaft that quiver'd in his heart.
lord byronSo the struck eagle, stretch'd upon the plain, No more through rolling clouds to soar again, View'd his own feather on the fatal dart, And wing'd the shaft that quiver'd in his heart.
lord byronI saw Jove's bird, the Roman eagle, wing'd From the spungy south to this part of the west, There vanish'd in the sunbeams.
william shakespeareWhen I behold what pleasure is Pursuit, What life, what glorious eagerness it is, Then mark how full Possession falls from this, How fairer seems the blossom than the fruit, I am perplext, and often stricken mute, Wondering which attained the higher bliss, The wing'd insect, or the chrysalis It thrust aside with unreluctant foot.
thomas bailey aldrichLove looks not with the eyes, but with the mind, and therefore is wing'd Cupid painted blind.