But till all graces be in one woman, one woman shall not come in my grace. Rich she shall be, that's certain; wise, or I'll none; virtuous, or I'll never cheapen her; fair, or I'll never look on her; mild, or come not near me; noble, or not I for an angel; of good discourse, and excellent musician and her hair shall be of what colour it shall please God.
William ShakespeareNow, by the world, it is a lusty wench; I love her ten times more than e'er I did: O, how I long to have some chat with her!
William Shakespeare