Is loathsome in [his] own deliciousness,
And in the taste [confounds] the appetite.
Therefore love moderately, long love doth so;
[Too swift] arrives as tardy as too slow.—
Enter Juliet
Here comes the lady. O, so light a foot
[Will ne'er wear out] the everlasting flint!
A lover may bestride the [gossamer]
That idles in the wanton summer air,
And yet not fall, so light is [vanity].