How Many Fond Fools Serve Mad Jealousy!

The Apparel Oft Proclaims The Man.

Fair Youth, I Would I Could Make Thee Believe I Love.

For I Am Nothing If Not Critical.

Why Should You Think That I Should Woo In Scorn? Scorn And Derision Never Come In Tears: Look, When I Vow, I Weep; And Vows So Born, In Their Nativity All Truth Appears. How Can These Things In Me Seem Scorn To You, Bearing The Badge Of Faith, To Prove Them True?

That Which Ordinary Men Are Fit For, I Am Qualified In. And The Best Of Me Is Diligence.