A young man married is a man that's marred.
For I have sworn thee fair, and thought thee bright, who art as black as hell, as dark as night.
They are but beggars that can count their worth.
How sharper than a serpent's tooth it is to have a thankless child!
This is his uncle's teaching, this Worcester, Malevolent to you In all aspects, Which makes him prune himself and bristle up The crest of youth against your dignity.
Thus is his cheek the map of days outworn.