1 We may call it herb of grace o Sundays.
2 Thyself do grace to them, and bring them in.
3 So grace and mercy at your most need help you, Swear.
4 A double blessing is a double grace; Occasion smiles upon a second leave.
5 If there be any good thing to be done, That may to thee do ease, and grace to me, Speak to me.
6 Mother, for love of grace, Lay not that flattering unction to your soul That not your trespass, but my madness speaks.
7 Such an act That blurs the grace and blush of modesty, Calls virtue hypocrite, takes off the rose From the fair forehead of an innocent love, And sets a blister there.
8 Madam, come; This gentle and unforc'd accord of Hamlet Sits smiling to my heart; in grace whereof, No jocund health that Denmark drinks today But the great cannon to the clouds shall tell, And the King's rouse the heaven shall bruit again, Re-speaking earthly thunder.
9 See what a grace was seated on this brow, Hyperion's curls, the front of Jove himself, An eye like Mars, to threaten and command, A station like the herald Mercury New lighted on a heaven-kissing hill: A combination and a form indeed, Where every god did seem to set his seal, To give the world assurance of a man.
10 The other motive, Why to a public count I might not go, Is the great love the general gender bear him, Who, dipping all his faults in their affection, Would like the spring that turneth wood to stone, Convert his gyves to graces; so that my arrows, Too slightly timber'd for so loud a wind, Would have reverted to my bow again, And not where I had aim'd them.