Then, let thy love be younger than thyself,
Or thy affection cannot hold the bent;
For women are as roses, whose fair flower Being once display'd, doth fall that very hour.
Twelfth-Night [1601-1602], II, iv, 36
Then, let thy love be younger than thyself,
Or thy affection cannot hold the bent;
For women are as roses, whose fair flower Being once display'd, doth fall that very hour.
Twelfth-Night [1601-1602], II, iv, 36