I'll be damned for never a king's son in Christendom.
He's a soldier; and for one to say a soldier lies, is stabbing.
Earth-treading stars that make dark heaven light
The course of true love never did run smooth.
The fashion of the world is to avoid cost, and you encounter it.
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.