I was supposed to be the antithesis of Frank.

Say she rail; why, I'll tell her plain
She sings as sweetly as a nightingale.
Say that she frown; I'll say she looks as clear
As morning roses newly wash'd with dew.
Say she be mute and will not speak a word;
Then I'll commend her volubility,
and say she uttereth piercing eloquence.

I'm supposed to be the guy who hates naturalism.

If she do bid me pack, I'll give her thanks
As though she bid me stay by her a week.
If she deny to wed, I'll crave the day
When I shall ask the banns, and when be married.

Don’t ever let your deeds oppose the same thing you seek to promote! That is a big fallacy!

Herb is the antithesis of Jim. You don't get a lot of frills with Herb.