Out Of Her Favour, Where I Am

Confusion Now Hath Made His Masterpiece.

I Hold The World But As The World, Gratiano; A Stage Where Every Man Must Play A Part, And Mine Is A Sad One.

Virtue Itself Scapes Not Calumnious Strokes.

Have You Not A Moist Eye, A Dry Hand, A Yellow Cheek, A White Beard, A Decreasing Leg, An Increasing Belly? Is Not Your Voice Broken, Your Wind Short, Your Chin Double, Your Wit Single, And Every Part About You Blasted With Antiquity?

That Island Of England Breeds Very Valiant Creatures; Their Mastiffs Are Of Unmatchable Courage.