TROILUS I am giddy; expectation whirls me round. 17 Th’ imaginary relish is so sweet 18 That it enchants my sense. What will it be 19 When that the wat’ry <palate> taste indeed 20 Love’s thrice-repurèd nectar? Death, I fear me, 21 Swooning destruction, or some joy too fine, 22 Too subtle-potent, tuned too sharp in sweetness 23 For the capacity of my ruder powers. 24 I fear it much; and I do fear besides 25 That I shall lose distinction in my joys,
It's as if he senses that he's addicted to his feelings, and it troubles him. "That I shall lose distinction in my joys" sounds almost like he fears that he will increasingly need stronger hits to feel this way again?
