With his steerage shall your thoughts grow on.
Pericles, IV. iv. 19.
Falstaff. Of what quality was your love, then?
Ford. Like a fair house built on another man’s ground.
Merry Wives, II. ii. 223.
MARGARET CAVENDISH, DUCHESS OF NEWCASTLE, 1664
(1624?-1674)
Remember, when we were very young maids, one day we were discoursing about lovers, and we did enjoin each other to confess who professed to love us, and whom we loved, and I confessed I was in love with three dead men, which were dead long before my time, the one was Cæsar, for his valour, the second Ovid, for his wit, and the third our countryman Shakespeare, for his comical and tragical humour; but soon after we both married two worthy men, and I will leave you to your own husband, for you best know what he is. As for my husband, I know him to have the valour of Cæsar, the fancy and wit of Ovid, and the tragical, especially comical art of Shakespeare, in truth, he is as far beyond Shakespeare for comical humour, as Shakespeare is beyond an ordinary poet in that way.