[180] A woman, that is like a German clock,
Still a-repairing, ever out of frame,
[182] And never going aright, being a watch,
But being watch’d that it may still go right!
Nay, to be perjured, which is worst of all;
185 And, among three, to love the worst of all;
[186] A wightly wanton with a velvet brow,
With two pitch-balls stuck in her face for eyes;
Ay, and, by heaven, one that will do the deed,
Though Argus were her eunuch and her guard: