The art of our necessities is strange That can make vile things precious.
Nature does require her time of preservation, which perforce, I her frail son amongst my brethren mortal, must give my attendance to.
Listen to many, speak to a few.
That if you be honest and fair, your honesty should admit no discourse to your beauty.
But no perfection is so absolute, That some impurity doth not pollute.
woah is me to have seen what i seen see what i see