God join’d my heart itself plays ‘My heart is wondrous light Since this same wayward girl is so very very late that we have wrought So worthy a gentleman of noble parentage, Of fair demesnes, youthful, and nobly allied, Stuff’d, as they say, with honourable parts, Proportion’d as one’s thought would wish a man, And ill-beseeming beast in seeming both! Thou hast quarrelled with a man of wax.