Twas A Clever Quibble. Here, A Garment

Methinks You Are My Glass, And Not My Brother: I See By You I Am A Sweet-faced Youth.

Things Won Are Done, Joy's Soul Lies In The Doing.

As Honour, Love, Obedience, Troops Of Friends, / I Must Not Look To Have; But, In Their Stead, / Curses, Not Loud But Deep, Mouth-honour, Breath, / Which The Poor Heart Would Fain Deny, And Dare Not" (5.3.25-28).

Have I Thought Long To See This Morning’s Face, And Doth It Give Me Such A Sight As This?

The Fool Multitude, That Choose By Show, Not Learning More Than The Fond Eye Doth Teach.