"This man, lady, hath robb'd many beasts of their particular additions:

he is as valiant as a lion, churlish as the bear, slow as the elephant— a

man into whom nature hath so crowded humours that his valour is

crush'd into folly, his folly sauced with discretion. There is no man hath

a virtue that he hath not a glimpse of, nor any man an attaint but he

carries some stain of it; he is melancholy without cause and merry

against the hair; he hath the joints of every thing; but everything so out

of joint that he is a gouty Briareus, many hands and no use, or purblind

Argus, all eyes and no sight."

 —Troilus and Cressida Act I, Scene ii