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.