1 If she be fair and wise, fairness and wit, The one's for use, the other useth it.
2 If she be fair and wise, fairness and wit, The one's for use, the other useth it.
3 She never yet was foolish that was fair, For even her folly help'd her to an heir.
4 There's none so foul and foolish thereunto, But does foul pranks which fair and wise ones do.
5 And till she come, as truly as to heaven I do confess the vices of my blood, So justly to your grave ears I'll present How I did thrive in this fair lady's love, And she in mine.
6 O, no; he goes into Mauritania, and takes away with him the fair Desdemona, unless his abode be lingered here by some accident: wherein none can be so determinate as the removing of Cassio.
7 Tis not to make me jealous, To say my wife is fair, feeds well, loves company, Is free of speech, sings, plays, and dances well; Where virtue is, these are more virtuous: Nor from mine own weak merits will I draw The smallest fear or doubt of her revolt, For she had eyes, and chose me.