Vaulting ambition, which o'erleaps itself And falls on the other side
O horror! Horror! Horror! Tongue nor heart Cannot conceive nor name thee!
Inconstancy falls off ere it begins.
Speak the speech, I pray you, as I pronounc'd it to you, trippingly on the tongue.
Wisely weigh our sorrow with our comfort.
A violet in the youth of primy nature, Forward, not permanent--sweet, not lasting; The perfume and suppliance of a minute; No more.