For myself, I’m ravished by beauty wherever I find it, and I yield at once to the sweet violence with which it takes us captive. It’s useless for me to pledge my heart and hand; the love I feel for one charming creature can’t pledge me to be unjust to others; I still have eyes for the merits of them all and I render to each one the tribute that Nature exacts of us. Pg. 14, Act One, Scene Two.This works out as well as you'd expect. Actually, no, a bit worse.