Good words are better than bad strokes.
Here is a rural fellow that will not be denied your Highness' presence: he brings you figs.
A golden mind stoops not to shows of dross.
Nice customs curtsy to great kings.
He is the half part of a blessed man, Left to be finished by such as she; And she a fair divided excellence, Whose fullness of perfection lies in him.
Such thanks as fits a king's remembrance.