Tuesday, November 11, 2014
If ever (as that ever may be near)
You meet in some fresh cheek the power of fancy,
Then shall you know the wounds invisible
That love's keen arrows make.
William Shakespeare (1564-1616), British dramatist, poet. Silvius, in As You Like It, act 3, sc. 5, l. 28-31.
On the power of love to hurt; the image of Cupid shooting love's darts at random underlies these lines.