LOVE IS BLIND IT MAKES SACRIFICES
JESSICA: Here, catch this casket; it is worth the pains.
JESSICA: Here, catch this casket; it is worth the pains.
I am glad 'tis night, you do not look on me
For I am much ashamed of my exchange
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.
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| Love is something to find a treasure |
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| Hide your feelings with love |
