Well fitted in arts, glorious in arms:
Nothing becomes him ill that he would well.
Love's Labour's Lost. Act ii. Sc. 1.
A merrier man,
Within the limit of becoming mirth,
I never spent an hour's talk withal.
Love's Labour's Lost. Act ii. Sc. 1.
Delivers in such apt and gracious words
That aged ears play truant at his tales,
And younger hearings are quite ravished;