QUOTE : DESDEMONA<br />Come, how wouldst thou praise me?<br /><br /> IAGO <br />I am about it; but indeed my invention <br />Comes from my pate as birdlime does from frieze; <br />It plucks out brains and all: but my Muse labours, <br />And thus she is deliver'd. <br />If she be fair and wise, fairness and wit, <br />The one's for use, the other useth it.<br /><br /> DESDEMONA <br />Well praised! How if she be black and witty?<br /><br /> IAGO <br />If she be black, and thereto have a wit, <br />She'll find a white that shall her blackness fit.<br /><br /> DESDEMONA <br />Worse and worse.<br /><br /> EMILIA <br />How if fair and foolish?<br /><br /> IAGO <br />She never yet was foolish that was fair; <br />For even her folly help'd her to an heir.<br /><br /> DESDEMONA <br /> These are old fond paradoxes to make fools laugh i' <br />the alehouse. What miserable praise hast thou for <br />her that's foul and foolish?<br /><br /> IAGO <br />There's none so foul and foolish thereunto, <br />But does foul pranks which fair and wise ones do.