A little more than kin, a little less than kind.

“And worse I may be yet: the worst is notSo long as we can say 'This is the wors…”

“Those palates who, not yet two summers younger, must have inventions to delight…”

“Mislike me not for my complexion,The shadowed livery of the burnished sun,To wh…”

“thy wit is a very bitter sweeting; it is a most sharp sauce.”