And now was riding on his master's saddle.
———similis si permutatio detur,
Morte viri cupiunt aniniani servare catellae.
[6112]No pen could write, no tongue attain to tell,
By force of eloquence, or help of art,
Of women's treacheries the hundredth part.
Now when those other circumstances of time and place, opportunity and importunity shall concur, what will they not effect?
Fair opportunity can win the coyest she that is,
So wisely he takes time, as he'll be sure he will not miss:
Then lie that loves her gamesome vein, and tempers toys with art,