To any meane state, shall be my aspiring.
Mine honour's in mine owne hands, spite of kings.
Mons. Honour, what's that? your second maydenhead:60
And what is that? a word: the word is gone,
The thing remaines; the rose is pluckt, the stalk
Abides: an easie losse where no lack's found.
Beleeve it, there's as small lack in the losse
As there is paine ith' losing. Archers ever65
Have two strings to a bow, and shall great Cupid
(Archer of archers both in men and women)