But whate'er I am, nor I nor any man that but man is, With nothing shall be pleased 'til he be eased With being nothing.
The rain, it raineth every day.
Grace and remembrance be to you both.
As you from crimes would pardon'd be, Let your indulgence set me free.
Thou art a very ragged Wart.
A blind man can't forget the eyesight he lost, show me any beautiful girl. How can her beauty not remind me of the one whose beauty surpasses hers?