Or thy affection cannot hold the bent: Mar. Sport royal, I warrant you: I know, my For women are as roses, whose fair flower, physic will work with him. I will plant you two, Being once display'd, doth fall that very hour. and let the fool make a third, where he shall find Vio. And so they are: alas! that they are so; the letter: observe his construction of it. For this To die, even when they to perfection grow! night, to bed, and dream on the event. Farewell.