Thou Lump Of Foul Deformity!

Be Not Afraid Of Greatness.

Virtue Itself Turns Vice, Being Misapplied, And Vice Sometime By Action Dignified.

Kindness In Women, Not Their Beauteous Looks, Shall Win My Love.

Withal I Did Infer Your Lineaments, Being The Right Idea Of Your Father, Both In Your Form And Nobleness Of Mind; Laid Open All Your Victories In Scotland, Your Discipline In War, Wisdom In Peace, Your Bounty, Virtue, Fair Humility; Indeed, Left Nothing Fitting For Your Purpose Untouch'd Or Slightly Handled In Discourse.

Ay, When Fowls Have No Feathers And Fish Have No Fin.