Honour is tied unto the prince's eye
And wealth to Fortune's mutability.
I have not wealth (nor do I want), what then?
1090Must Hymen stoop unto the nods of gold?
Must I vail bonnet unto ermine men?
And virtue by the herald be controlled?
No, love does blaze the noblest arms: and she
That can maintain herself in love, can me.'
'Stay, stay.' quoth she, 'you will be out of wind.
Methinks the voice of greatness speaks delight.