He that has a house to put 's head in has a good head-piece.
The codpiece that will house
Before the head has any,
The head and he shall louse:
So beggars marry many.
The man that makes his toe
What he his heart should make
Shall of a corn cry woe,
And turn his sleep to wake.
--for there was never yet fair woman but she made mouths in a
glass.

Lear.
No, I will be the pattern of all patience;
I will say nothing.

[Enter Kent.]


Kent.
Who's there?

Fool.
Marry, here's grace and a codpiece; that's a wise man and a fool.

Kent.
Alas, sir, are you here? Things that love night
Love not such nights as these; the wrathful skies
Gallow the very wanderers of the dark,
And make them keep their caves; since I was man,