O, what a deal of scorn looks beautiful in the contempt and anger of his lip! a murderous guilt shows not itself more soon than love that would seem hid. love's night is noon.- cesario, by the roses of the spring by maidenhood, honor, truth, and everything, i love thee so, that, maugre all thy pride, nor wit nor reason can my passion hide. do not extort thy reasons from this clause, for that i woo, though therefor hast no cause; but rather reason thus with reason fetter: love sought is good, but given unsought is better.