Say she rail; why, I'll tell her plain<br />She sings as sweetly as a nightingale.<br />Say that she frown; I'll say she looks as clear<br />As morning roses newly wash'd with dew.<br />Say she be mute and will not speak a word;<br />Then I'll commend her volubility,<br />and say she uttereth piercing eloquence.

William Shakespeare

William Shakespeare