Let me be that I am and seek not to alter me.
For I have sworn thee fair, and thought thee bright, who art as black as hell, as dark as night.
Shall I compare thee to a summer's day?
Twas never merry world Since lowly feigning was called compliment.
Scorn, at first, makes after-love the more.
Help, master, help! here's a fish hangs in the net, like a poor man's right in the law; 'twill hardly come out.