A man, young lady! Lady, such a man As all the world-Why, He's a man of wax.
What say you? Can you love the gentleman?This night you shall behold him at our. Read o'er the volume of young Paris' Face, And find delight writ beauty's pen; Examine every married lineament And see how one another lends content; And what obsured in this fair volume lies Find written in the margent of his eyes This precious book of love, this unbound lover, To beautify him only lacks a cover. The fish lives in the sea, and 'tis much pride For fair without the fair within to hide.That book in many's eyes doth share the glory, That in gold clasps locks in the golden story; So shall you share all that he doth possess, By having him making yourself no less
Speak briefly, can you like Paris' love?
No less? Nay, bigger! Women grow by men.
I'll look to like, if looking liking move; but no more deep will I endart mine eye Than your consent gives strength to make it fly.