Who, inward search’d, have livers white as milk;
And these assume but valour’s excrement
To render them redoubted! Look on beauty,
And you shall see ’tis purchased by the weight;
090 Which therein works a miracle in nature,
Making them lightest that wear most of it:
So are those crisped snaky golden locks
[093] Which make such wanton gambols with the wind,
Upon supposed fairness, often known
095 To be the dowry of a second head,