If we pause sooner, we slide down by our own weight, an object of universal derision.

I stand high, but I stand not secure enough to follow my own inclination.

To declare my marriage were to be the artificer of my own ruin.

But, believe me, I will reach a point, and that speedily, when I can do justice to thee and to myself.

Meantime, poison not the bliss of the present moment, by desiring that which cannot at present be, Let me rather know whether all here is managed to thy liking.