Thy grace being gain’d cures all disgrace in me.
Vows are but breath, and breath a vapour [064] is:
Then thou, fair sun, which on my earth dost [065] shine,
Exhalest this vapour-vow; in thee it [066] is:
If broken then, it is no fault of [067] mine:
If by me broke, what fool is not so wise
[069] To lose an oath to win a paradise?
070 Biron. This is the liver-vein, which makes flesh a deity,
[071] A green goose a goddess: pure, pure idolatry.
[072] God amend us, God amend! we are much out o’ the way.