Or is, or ever can be possible
That the fair flower so soon forgot the sun
To which so long she owed and turn’d her beauty,
To love the baser mould in which she grew:
Or that the temple could so soon renounce
Her old god, true god too while he was there,
For any cold and sober deity
Which you may venerate, but cannot love,
Newly set up.
Ser. I must leave metaphor,