Unheedy

Love looks not with the eyes, but with the mind; and therefore is wing’d Cupid painted blind: nor hath Love’s mind of any judgement taste; wings and no eyes figure unheedy haste: and therefore is Love said to be a child, because in choice he is so oft beguiled.

Love looks not with the eyes, but with the mind And therefore is winged Cupid painted blind. Nor hath love's mind of any judgement taste; Wings and no eyes figure unheedy haste. And therefore is love said to be a child Because in choice he is so oft beguiled.

So have I seen some tender slip, Saved with care from winter's nip, The pride of her carnation train, Plucked up by some unheedy swain Who only thought to crop the flower