How could my tongue
Take pleasure, and be lavish in thy praise!
How could I speak thy nobleness of nature!
Thy open, manly heart, thy courage, constancy
And inborn truth, unknowing to dissemble!
Thou art the man in whom my soul delights
In whom, next heaven, I trust.
1559
Self-Praise.—It is a sign that your reputation is small and sinking, if your own tongue must praise you.
1560
The sweetest of all sounds is,—praise!
1561
No man ever praised two persons equally—and pleased them both.