Season your admiration for a while.
Base men being in love have then a nobility in their natures more than is native to them.
I praise God for you, sir: your reasons at dinner have been sharp and sententious; pleasant without scurrility, witty without affectation, audacious without impudency, learned without opinion, and strange with-out heresy.
Let each man do his best.
Thou sodden-witted lord! thou hast no more brain than I have in mine elbows.
If I could write the beauty of your eyes And in fresh numbers number all your graces, The age to come would say, 'This poet lies; Such heavenly touches ne'er touch'd earthly faces.'