And while the wicket falls behind Her steps, I thought if I could find A wife I need not blush to show I've little further now to go.

Full many a flower is born to blush unseen.

It's not a great (pitch). There's a lot of cracks in it, but it's not a 114 (wicket). It's a 250 (wicket).

O, pardon me, my lord! it oft falls out,To have what we would have, we speak not what we mean.I something do excuse the thing I hate.

For it so falls out That what we have we prize not to the worth Whiles we enjoy it, but being lack'd and lost, Why, then we rack the value, then we find The virtue that possession would not show us Whiles it was ours

You, who are ashamed of your poverty, and blush for your calling, are a snob; as are you who boast of your wealth.