The Queen his mother
Lives almost by his looks
(IV.vii.)
I know love is begun by time
And that I see in passages of proof
Time qualifies the spark and fire of it.
(IV.vii.)
Her clothes spread wide
And mermaid-like they awhile they bore her up,
Which time she chanted snatches of old lauds
As one incapable of her own distress
(IV.vii.173-6)
