To break the vow I am engaged in;
175 I am betray’d, by keeping company
[176] With men like you, men of inconstancy.
When shall you see me write a thing in rhyme?
[178] Or groan for love? or spend a minute’s time
[179] In pruning me? When shall you hear that I
180 Will praise a hand, a foot, a face, an eye,
A gait, a state, a brow, a breast, a waist,
A leg, a limb?—
King.