For where is any author in the world Teaches such beauty as a woman's eye?

But I, that am not shaped for sportive tricks, Nor made to court an amorous looking-glass; I, that am rudely stamped, and want love's majesty To strut before a wanton ambling nymph.

Be to yourself as you would to your friend.

Kindness in women, not their beauteous looks, Shall win my love.

There is a time in the affairs of men, Which, taken at the flood, leads on to fortune.

Tis beauty that doth oft make women proud; but, God He knows, thy share thereof is small.

Sycorax has grown into a hoop