And so I say, I’ll cut the causes off,
[♦] Flattering me with impossibilities.
[♦] My eye’s too quick, my heart o’erweens too much,
145 Unless my hand and strength could equal them.
Well, say there is no kingdom then for Richard;
What other pleasure can the world afford?
I’ll make my heaven in a lady’s lap,
And deck my body in gay ornaments,
[150] And witch sweet ladies with my words and looks.
O miserable thought! and more unlikely