I am giddy, expectation whirls me round.The imaginary relish is so sweetThat it enchants my sense.

He that is giddy thinks the world turns round.

These most brisk and giddy-paced times.

He hath borne himself beyond the promise of his age, doing in the figure of a lamb the feats of a lion. He hath indeed bettered expectation than you must expect of me to tell you how.

I am giddy; expectation whirls me round. Th' imaginary relish is so sweet That it enchants my sense.

Oft expectation fails, and most oft there Where most it promises; and oft it hits Where hope is coldest and despair most fits.