Is man no more than this? Consider him well. Thou ow'st the worm no silk, the beast no hide, the sheep no wool, the cat no perfume. Here's three on's are sophisticated. Thou art the thing itself; unaccommodated man is no more than such a poor, bare, forked animal as thou art.

If you spend word for word with me, I shall make your wit bankrupt.

I have touched the highest point of all my greatness.

But no perfection is so absolute, That some impurity doth not pollute.

I'll make my heaven in a lady's lap

I will do anything, Nerissa, ere I'll be married to a sponge.

The appurtenance of welcome is fashion and ceremony.