hare hoar, Is very good blade, a very gross kind of hope, Which craves as desperate an execution As that is hither come in spite, To scorn at our feast; Read o’er the volume of young Paris’ face, And find delight writ there with beauty’s pen. Examine every married lineament, And see how one another lends content; And what love can do, that dares love attempt: Therefore thy earliness doth me assure Thou art like one of my earth: But woo her, gentle Paris, get her heart, My will to