And think of beauty, which can be bought by the pound in the form of cosmetics, which work miracles on nature, making the women that wear the most of it the most beautiful. Many cowards with disloyal hearts have beards like brave Hercules and Mars, the god of war, even though they have no guts and are easily frightened. Every vice has some outward appearance of virtue. In religion, a damned mistake can be covered over with the nice show of a blessing and some scripture to justify it. In the court of law, a corrupt and false plea can hide its own evil with a pleasant voice. The whole world is tricked by fancy appearances. The appearances of these may be deceiving. But thou, thou meagre lead, Which rather threaten’st than dost promise aught, Thy paleness moves me more than eloquence, And here choose I. Nor none of thee, thou pale and common drudge 'Tween man and man. Therefore then, thou gaudy gold, Hard food for Midas, I will none of thee. Thus ornament is but the guilèd shore To a most dangerous sea, the beauteous scarf Veiling an Indian beauty-in a word, The seeming truth which cunning times put on To entrap the wisest. So are those crispèd snaky golden locks Which maketh such wanton gambols with the wind, Upon supposèd fairness, often known To be the dowry of a second head, The skull that bred them in the sepulcher. Look on beauty, And you shall see ’tis purchased by the weight, Which therein works a miracle in nature, Making them lightest that wear most of it. How many cowards whose hearts are all as false As stairs of sand wear yet upon their chins The beards of Hercules and frowning Mars, Who, inward searched, have livers white as milk, And these assume but valor’s excrement To render them redoubted. In law, what plea so tainted and corrupt But, being seasoned with a gracious voice, Obscures the show of evil? In religion, What damnèd error, but some sober brow Will bless it and approve it with a text, Hiding the grossness with fair ornament? There is no vice so simple but assumes Some mark of virtue on his outward parts. The world is still deceived with ornament. So may the outward shows be least themselves. I'm talking too much, but I'm doing that just to waste time, to draw out the minutes and stretch out the seconds, keeping you from making your decision. Let Lady Luck go to hell for this game of chance, not me. Oh, it's wrong that you are kept from what is yours! Although I am yours, I am not yet officially yours.
Well, if that half of me is mine, then it is yours, too, so all of me is yours.
One half of me is yours, and the other half is yours-I mean mine. Darn your eyes-in looking upon me they have divided me in two. And if you do, you'll make me wish I had sinned and broken my oath not to reveal the correct casket. I will never tell you the right choice, so there's a chance you will make the wrong choice. I could tell you what the right casket is, but I've sworn not to. But just so that I'm clear, even though it's not a young woman's place to speak her thoughts, I would like to keep you here for a month or two before you make your choice. It's not hate that would make me feel this way. For some reason-but not because of love-I don't think I'd. Wait a day or two before you take the risk, because if you choose incorrectly then you will have to leave me. I speak too long, but ’tis to peize the time, To eke it and to draw it out in length, To stay you from election. Oh, these naughty times Put bars between the owners and their rights! And so, though yours, not yours. But if mine, then yours, And so all yours. One half of me is yours, the other half yours- Mine own, I would say. Beshrew your eyes, They have o'erlooked me and divided me. But if you do, you’ll make me wish a sin, That I had been forsworn.
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I could teach you How to choose right, but I am then forsworn. But lest you should not understand me well- And yet a maiden hath no tongue but thought- I would detain you here some month or two Before you venture for me. There’s something tells me-but it is not love- I would not lose you, and you know yourself Hate counsels not in such a quality.
Pause a day or two Before you hazard, for in choosing wrong I lose your company.
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