Ser. You to despair,
Who never are outdone but by yourself!
Juan. Even so.
Ser. But why so?
Juan. Shall I tell you why?
Painters, you know, (just turn your head a little,)
Are nature’s apes, whose uglier semblances,
Made up of disproportion and excess,
Like apes, they easily can imitate:
But whose more gracious aspect, the result