I never yet saw man, 62 How wise, how noble, young, how rarely featured, 63 But she would spell him backward. If fair-faced, 64 She would swear the gentleman should be her 65 sister; 66 If black, why, Nature, drawing of an antic, 67 Made a foul blot; if tall, a lance ill-headed; 68 If low, an agate very vilely cut; 69 If speaking, why, a vane blown with all winds; 70 If silent, why, a block moved with none. 71 So turns she every man the wrong side out, 72 And never gives to truth and virtue that 73 Which simpleness and merit purchaseth.
