[084] Let no face be kept in mind
[085] But the fair of Rosalind.
Touch. I’ll rhyme you so eight years together, dinners and suppers and sleeping-hours excepted: it is the right [088] butter-women’s rank to market.
Ros. Out, fool!
090 Touch. For a taste:
If a hart do lack a hind,
Let him seek out Rosalind.
If the cat will after kind,
So be sure will Rosalind.
[095] Winter garments must be lined,