Hermia: O hell! to choose love by another’s eyes.

Lysander: Or, if there were a sympathy in choice,

War, death, or sickness did lay siege to it,

Making it momentary as a sound,

Swift as a shadow, short as any dream . . .

The jaws of darkness do devour it up.

So quick bright things come to confusion.

—William Shakespeare,
A Midsummer Night’s Dream