That truth should be silent I had almost forgot. (Enobarbus)
Your praises will become your wages.
Do thou amend thy face, and I'll amend my life.
I have seen better faces in my time Than stands on any shoulder that I see Before me at this instant.
Take no repulse, whatever she doth say; For 'get you gone,' she doth not mean 'away.' Flatter and praise, commend, extol their graces; Though ne'er so black, say they have angels' faces
O! that a man might know The end of this day's business, ere it come; But it sufficeth that the day will end, And then the end is known.