Words, vows, gifts, tears, and love's full sacrifice,[1076] He offers in another's enterprise: But more in Troilus thousand fold I see Than in the glass of Pandar's praise may be; 270 Yet hold I off. Women are angels, wooing: Things won are done; joy's soul lies in the doing:[1077] That she beloved knows nought that knows not this:[1078] Men prize the thing ungain'd more than it is: That she was never yet that ever knew 275 Love got so sweet as when desire did sue:[1079] Therefore this maxim out of love I teach:[1080] Achievement is command; ungain'd, beseech.[1080][1081] Then though my heart's content firm love doth bear,[1082] Nothing of that shall from mine eyes appear. [_Exeunt._[1083] 280 SCENE III. _The Grecian camp. Before Agamemnon's tent._ _Sennet._ _Enter_ AGAMEMNON, NESTOR, ULYSSES, MENELAUS, _with others_.[1084] _Agam._ Princes,[1085] What grief hath set the jaundice on your cheeks?[1086] The ample proposition that hope makes[1087] In all designs begun on earth below Fails in the promised largeness: checks and disasters 5 Grow in the veins of actions highest rear'd, As knots, by the conflux of meeting sap, Infect the sound pine and divert his grain[1088] Tortive and errant from his course of growth. Nor, princes, is it matter new to us 10 That we come short of our suppose so far That after seven years' siege yet Troy walls stand; Sith every action that hath gone before,[1089] Whereof we have record, trial did draw Bias and thwart, not answering the aim 15 And that unbodied figure of the thought That gave't surmised shape. Why then, you princes, Do you with checks abash'd behold our works,[1090] And call them shames? which are indeed nought else[1091] But the protractive trials of great Jove 20 To find persistive constancy in men: The fineness of which metal is not found In fortune's love; for then the bold and coward, The wise and fool, the artist and unread, The hard and soft, seem all affined and kin: 25 But in the wind and tempest of her frown, Distinction with a broad and powerful fan[1092] Puffing at all winnows the light away, And what hath mass or matter, by itself[1093] Lies rich in virtue and unmingled. 30