'So then he hath it when he cannot use it, (863)
And leaves it to be master'd by his young; (864)
Who in their pride do presently abuse it: (865)
Their father was too weak, and they too strong, (866)
To hold their cursed-blessed fortune long.
The sweets we wish for turn to loathed sours (868)
Even in the moment that we call them ours.