[053] That makes the world full of ill-favoured children:
[054] ’Tis not her glass, but you, that flatters her;
055 And out of you she sees herself more proper
Than any of her lineaments can show her.
But, mistress, know yourself: down on your knees,
And thank heaven, fasting, for a good man’s love:
For I must tell you friendly in your ear,
060 Sell when you can: you are not for all markets:
Cry the man mercy; love him; take his offer:
[062] Foul is most foul, being foul to be a scoffer.