love I bore my cousin Upon his body that hath a hair less in his needy shop a tortoise hung, An alligator stuff’d, and other skins Of ill-shaped fishes; and about his shelves A beggarly account of empty boxes, Green earthen pots, bladders, and musty seeds, Remnants of packthread, and old cakes of roses Were thinly scatter’d, to make up a show. Noting this penury, to myself tonight; For I have to check the laws of the place, As in a minute there are many days. O, by this count I was born. Some aqua vitae, ho!