Your Date Is Better In Your Pie

O Braggart Vile And Damned Furious Wight!

Yea From The Table Of My Memory I'll Wipe Away All Trivial Fond Records.

Beggar That I Am, I Am Even Poor In Thanks

Therefore Was I Created With A Stubborn Outside, With An Aspect Of Iron, That When I Come To Woo Ladies, I Fright Them. But, In Faith, Kate, The Elder I Wax, The Better I Shall Appear. My Comfort Is That Old Age, That Ill Layer-up Of Beauty, Can Do No More Spoil Upon My Face. Thou Hast Me, If Thou Hast Me, At The Worst, And Thou Shalt Wear Me, If Thou Wear Me, Better And Better.

Great Men May Jest With Saints; 'tis Wit In Them; But, In The Less Foul Profanation.