[♦] I, that am rudely stamp’d, and want love’s majesty
To strut before a wanton ambling nymph;
[♦] I, that am curtail’d of this fair proportion,
Cheated of feature by dissembling nature,
20 Deform’d, unfinish’d, sent before my time
[♦] Into this breathing world, scarce half made up,
[♦] And that so lamely and unfashionable
[♦] That dogs bark at me as I halt by them;
[♦] Why, I, in this weak piping time of peace,
25 Have no delight to pass away the time,