When hope can sleep, there’s danger in delay.
Not that for rashness, Richard, I would plead,
For unadvised alliance—No, indeed.
Think ere the contract—but, contracted, stand
No more debating, take the ready hand.
When hearts are willing, and when fears subside,
Trust not to time, but let the knot be tied; 50
For when a lover has no more to do, }
He thinks in leisure, what shall I pursue? }
And then, who knows what objects come in view? }