My Hands Are Of Your

Promising Is The Very Air O' Th' Time; It Opens The Eyes Of Expectation. Performance Is Ever Duller For His Act; And, But In The Plainer And Simpler Kind Of People, The Deed Of Saying Is Quite Out Of Use. To Promise Is Most Courtly And Fashionable; Performance Is A Kind Of Will Or Testament Which Argues A Great Sickness In His Judgment That Makes It.

So Full Of Shapes Is Fancy That It Alone Is High Fantastical.

She Shall Scant Show Well That Now Shows Best.

The Gates Of Monarchs Are Arched So High That Giants May Jet Through And Keep Their Impious Turbans On Without Good Morrow To The Sun.

There Is No Vice So Simple But Assumes Some Mark Of Virtue On His Outward Parts.