[(1) They say the lady is fair]; 'tis a
truth, [(2) I can bear them witness]; and virtuous; 'tis
so, I cannot reprove it; [(3) and wise, but for loving
me]; by my troth, it is no addition to her wit, nor
no great argument of her folly, for [(4) I will be
horribly in love with her]. I may chance have some
odd quirks and remnants of wit broken on me,
because I have railed so long against marriage: but
[(5) doth not the appetite alter?] a man loves the meat
in his youth that he cannot endure in his age.
Shall quips and sentences and [(6) these paper bullets of
the brain] awe a man from the career of his humour?
[(7) No, the world must be peopled.] When I said I would
die a bachelor, [(8) I did not think I should live till I
were married.] Here comes Beatrice. [(9) By this day!
she's a fair lady]: [(10) I do spy some marks of love in