090 And do a wilful stillness entertain,
With purpose to be dress’d in an opinion
Of wisdom, gravity, profound conceit;
[093] As who should say, ‘I am Sir Oracle,
And, when I ope my lips, let no dog bark!’
[095] O my Antonio, I do know of these,
That therefore only are reputed wise
[097] For saying nothing; when, I am very sure,
[098] If they should speak, would almost damn those ears,
Which, hearing them, would call their brothers fools.