Heaven would that she these gifts should have, and I to live and die her slave.
Ay, that incestuous, that adulterate beast, With witchcraft of his wit, with traitorous gifts- O wicked wit and gifts, that have the power So to seduce!
Under the colour of commending him I have access my own love to prefer; But Silvia is too fair, too true, too holy, To be corrupted with my worthless gifts.
I am not in the giving vein today.
She told her, while she kept it, 'Twould make her amiable and subdue my father Entirely to her love, but if she lost it Or made a gift of it, my father's eye Should hold her loathed and his spirits should hunt After new fancies.
Fortune reigns in gifts of the world.
God bless thee; and put meekness in thy breast, Love, charity, obedience, and true duty!
My charity is outrage, life my shame; And in that shame still live my sorrow's rage!
'Tis not enough to help the feeble up, but to support them after.
To be a well-favoured man is the gift of fortune; but to write and read comes by nature.
Gently to hear, kindly to judge.
Charity itself fulfills the law. And who can sever love from charity?
Lady, you know no rules of charity, Which renders good for bad, blessings for curses.