Lady, you are the cruel'st she alive If you will lead these graces to the grave And leave the world no copy.
Were beauty under twenty locks kept fast, yet love breaks through and picks them all at last.
How hard it is for women to keep counsel!
To beguile the time, look like the time.
You are thought here to the most senseless and fit man for the job.
If chance will have me king, why, chance may crown me.