If I make the lashes dark and the eyes more bright and the lips more scarlet or ask if all be right from mirror after mirror,
no vanity´s displayed: I´m looking for the face I had before the world was made. What if I look upon a man as though on my beloved, and my blood be cold while and my heart unmoved? Why should he think me cruel or that he is betrayed? I´d have him love the thing that was before the world was made