Flusht with the promise of first victory,
Push’d headlong to the last; not knowing, fool!
How in love’s world the shadow of disappointment
Exactly dogs the substance of success.
In fine, one night I stole into her house,
Into her chamber; and with every vow
Of marriage on my tongue; as easy then
To utter, as thereafter to forswear,
When in the very jewel I coveted
Very compliance seem’d to make a flaw