We four indeed confronted were with four
[368] In Russian habit: here they stay’d an hour,
And talk’d apace; and in that hour, my lord,
370 They did not bless us with one happy word.
I dare not call them fools; but this I think,
When they are thirsty, fools would fain have drink.
[373] Biron. This jest is dry to me. Fair gentle sweet,
[374] Your wit makes wise things foolish: when we greet,
375 With eyes best seeing, heaven’s fiery eye,
By light we lose light: your capacity