The one’s for use, the other useth it.
Des. Well praised! How if she be black and witty?
Iago. If she be black, and thereto have a wit,
She’ll find a white that shall her blackness fit.
. . . . . .
Des. But what praise couldst thou bestow on a deserving woman indeed?
one that, on the authority of her merit, did justly put on the vouch of very
malice itself?
Iago. She that was ever fair, and never proud,
Had tongue at will, and yet was never loud.