Say, that she rail; why, then I'll tell her plain
She sings as sweetly as a nightingale;
Say, that she frown; I'll say, she looks as clear
As morning roses newly wash'd with dew;
Say, she be mute, and will not speak a word;
Then I'll commend her volubility,
And say she uttereth piercing eloquence.

_Taming of the Shrew, A. 2, S. 1._


Flatter, and praise, commend, extol their graces;
... Say they have angels' faces.
That man that hath a tongue, I say, is no man,
If with his tongue he cannot win a woman.

_Two Gentlemen of Verona, A. 3. S. 1._


Bethink thee on her virtues that Surmount,
And natural graces that extinguish art;
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And, which is more, she is not so divine,
So full-replete with choice of all delights,
But, with as humble lowliness of mind,
She is content to be at your command.

_Henry VI., Pt. 1, A. 5, S. 5._