O, call back yesterday, bid time return
More of your conversation would infect my brain.
Having my freedom, boast of nothing else.
I see a man's life is a tedious one.
And therefore, — since I cannot prove a lover, To entertain these fair well-spoken days, — I am determined to prove a villain, And hate the idle pleasures of these days.
O braggart vile and damned furious wight!