The poorest service is repaid with thanks.
If she and I be pleased$$$ what's that to you?
She moves me not$$$ or not removes at least affection's edge in me.
Say she rail; why$$$ I'll tell her plain
She sings as sweetly as a nightingale.
Say that she frown; I'll say she looks as clear
As morning roses newly wash'd with dew.
Say she be mute and will not speak a word;
Then I'll commend her volubility$$$
and say she uttereth piercing eloquence.
Why are our bodies soft$$$ and weak$$$ and smooth
But that our soft conditions and our hearts
Should well agree with our external parts?
No profit grows where is no pleasure ta'en
You lie$$$ in faith; for you are call'd plain Kate$$$<br/>
And bonny Kate and sometimes Kate the curst;<br/>
But Kate$$$ the prettiest Kate in Christendom<br/>
Kate of Kate Hall$$$ my super-dainty Kate$$$<br/>
For dainties are all Kates$$$ and therefore$$$ Kate$$$<br/>
Take this of me$$$ Kate of my consolation;<br/>
Hearing thy mildness praised in every town$$$<br/>
Thy virtues spoke of$$$ and thy beauty sounded$$$<br/>
Yet not so deeply as to thee belongs$$$<br/>
I see a woman may be made a fool$$$
If she had not a spirit to resist.
If I be waspish$$$ best beware my sting.
There's small choice in rotten apples.