Men do not weigh the stalk for that it was,When once they find her flower, her glory, pass.
We come to know best what men are, in their worse jeopardizes.
Man is a creature of a willful head, And hardly driven is, but eas'ly led.
Pow'r above pow'rs! O heavenly eloquence! That with the strong rein of commanding words, Dost manage, guide, and master th' eminence Of men's affections, more than all their swords!