Accommodated; That Is, When A Man Is,

Speak Of Me As I Am. Nothing Extenuate, Nor Set Down Aught In Malice.

There Is No Vice So Simple But Assumes Some Mark Of Virtue On His Outward Parts.

O Hell! To Choose Love With Another's Eye.

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.

A Sad Tale's Best For Winter. I Have One Of Sprites And Goblins.