1 I pray you, father, being weak, seem so.
2 Wisdom and goodness to the vile seem vile; Filths savour but themselves.
3 What most he should dislike seems pleasant to him; What like, offensive.
4 Get thee glass eyes, And like a scurvy politician, seem To see the things thou dost not.
5 It seem'd she was a queen Over her passion; who, most rebel-like, Sought to be king o'er her.
6 This seems a fair deserving, and must draw me That which my father loses, no less than all: The younger rises when the old doth fall.
7 This would have seem'd a period To such as love not sorrow; but another, To amplify too much, would make much more, And top extremity.
8 Those happy smilets That play'd on her ripe lip seem'd not to know What guests were in her eyes; which parted thence As pearls from diamonds dropp'd.
9 If you have victory, let the trumpet sound For him that brought it: wretched though I seem, I can produce a champion that will prove What is avouched there.
10 Caitiff, to pieces shake That under covert and convenient seeming Hast practis'd on man's life: close pent-up guilts, Rive your concealing continents, and cry These dreadful summoners grace.
11 It did always seem so to us; but now, in the division of the kingdom, it appears not which of the Dukes he values most, for qualities are so weighed that curiosity in neither can make choice of either's moiety.
12 I do profess to be no less than I seem; to serve him truly that will put me in trust; to love him that is honest; to converse with him that is wise and says little; to fear judgement; to fight when I cannot choose; and to eat no fish.
13 There is division, Although as yet the face of it be cover'd With mutual cunning, 'twixt Albany and Cornwall; Who have, as who have not, that their great stars Throne'd and set high; servants, who seem no less, Which are to France the spies and speculations Intelligent of our state.'