This fellow pecks up wit, as pigeons peas; And utters it again when God doth please: He is wit's pedler; and retails his wares.
One man in his time plays many parts.
Proper deformity shows not in the fiend So horrid as in woman.
Speak of me as I am. Nothing extenuate, nor set down aught in malice.
How ill white hairs become a fool and jester!
Thou art as tyrannous, so as thou art, As those whose beauties proudly make them cruel; For well thou know'st to my dear doting heart Thou art the fairest and most precious jewel.