Beggar That I Am, I Am Even

Be Great In Act, As You Have Been In Thought.

The Past Is Prologue.

How Low Am I, Thou Painted Maypole?

But I, That Am Not Shaped For Sportive Tricks, Nor Made To Court An Amorous Looking-glass; I, That Am Rudely Stamped, And Want Love's Majesty To Strut Before A Wanton Ambling Nymph.

Shine Out Fair Sun, Till I Have Bought A Glass, That I May See My Shadow As I Pass.