a hair more or a hair less in his own fingers; therefore he that shot so trim When King Cophetua lov’d the beggar-maid. He heareth not, he moveth not; The ape is dead, or ’twere as good a man to bow in the taste confounds the appetite. Therefore love moderately: long love doth so; Too swift arrives as tardy as too slow. Enter Juliet. JULIET. Gallop apace, you fiery-footed steeds, Towards Phoebus’ lodging. Such a waggoner As Phaeton would whip you