It is a pretty youth: not very pretty:
But, sure, he’s proud, and yet his pride becomes him:
He’ll make a proper man: the best thing in him
115 Is his complexion; and faster than his tongue
Did make offence his eye did heal it up.
[117] He is not very tall; yet for his years he’s tall:
His leg is but so so; and yet ’tis well:
There was a pretty redness in his lip,
120 A little riper and more lusty red
Than that mix’d in his cheek; ’twas just the difference