Through tattered clothes, small vices do appear. Robes and furred gowns hide all.

Thou whoreson zed! thou unnecessary letter!

So curses all Eve's daughters of what complexion soever.

I am misanthropos, and hate mankind, For thy part, I do wish thou wert a dog, That I might love thee something.

O, teach me how you look, and with what art You sway the motion of Demetrius' heart."-Helena

ROMEO to BALTHASAR But if thou, jealous, dost return to pry In what I further shall intend to do, By heaven, I will tear thee joint by joint And strew this hungry churchyard with thy limbs: The time and my intents are savage-wild, More fierce and more inexorable far Than empty tigers or the roaring sea.

But most it is presumption in us when the help of heaven we count the act of men.