Why do people avoid being alone? Because only few are in good company when left with themselves. Cowards die many times before their deaths, The valiant never taste of death but once. Love is not love Which alters when it alteration find, Or bends with the remover to remove: O, no! it is an ever-fixed mark, That looks on tempests and is never shaken. Love looks not with the eyes, but with the mind, and therefore is winged Cupid painted blind.