PRAISE.

How could my tongue

Take pleasure, and be lavish in thy praise!

How could I speak thy nobleness of nature!

Thy open, manly heart, thy courage, constancy

And inborn truth, unknowing to dissemble!

Thou art the man in whom my soul delights

In whom, next heaven, I trust.

1559

_Self-Praise._--It is a sign that your reputation is small and sinking,

if your own tongue must praise you.

1560

The sweetest of all sounds is,--praise!

1561

No man ever praised two persons equally--and pleased them both.

1562