Women will love her, that she is a woman
More worth than any man; men, that she is
The rarest of all women.

Pardon, madam:
The one I have almost forgot,--your pardon,--
The other, when she has obtain'd your eye,
Will have your tongue too. This is a creature,
Would she begin a sect, might quench the zeal
Of all professors else, make proselytes
Of who she but bid follow.

Ay, the most peerless piece of earth, I think,
That e'er the sun shone bright on.

But few,
And those but mean.

One that gives out himself Prince Florizel,
Son of Polixenes, with his princess, she
The fairest I have yet beheld, desires access
To your high presence.