... If thou canst love a fellow of this temper, Kate,
take a fellow of plain and uncoined constancy;
or he perforce must do thee right, because
he hath not the gift to woo in other places:
for these fellows of infinite tongue
that can rhyme themselves into ladies' favours,
they do always reason themselves out again.
A good leg will fall; a straight back will stoop;
a black beard will turn white; a fair face will wither;
but a good heart, Kate, is as the sun in the sky,
for it shines bright and never changes,
but keeps his course truly.
If thou would have such a one, take me: and take me,
take a soldier; take a soldier, take a king:
and what sayest thou, then, to my love?
Speak, my fair, and fairly, I pray thee.