Nature 's above art in that respect.

King Lear. Act iv. Sc. 6.

Ay, every inch a king.

King Lear. Act iv. Sc. 6.

Give me an ounce of civet, good apothecary, to sweeten my imagination.

King Lear. Act iv. Sc. 6.

A man may see how this world goes with no eyes. Look with thine ears: see how yond justice rails upon yond simple thief. Hark, in thine ear: change places; and, handy-dandy, which is the justice, which is the thief?

King Lear. Act iv. Sc. 6.

Through tatter'd clothes small vices do appear;

Robes and furr'd gowns hide all.