"With wealth enough, and young, and beauteous;
Brought up as best becomes a gentlewoman;
Her only fault (and that is faults enough)
Is, that she is intolerably curst,
And shrewd, and froward: so beyond all measure,
That, were my state far worser than it is,
I would not wed her for a mine of gold."
And yet there be good fellows in the world,
'An a man could but haply light on them,
Would take the veriest vixen "with all faults."