I have done the state some service, and they knowt; No more of that:I pray you, in your letters, When you shall these unlucky deeds relate, Speak of me as I am; nothing extenuate, Nor set down aught in malice; then must you speak Of one that loved not wisely but too well; Of one not easily jealous, but, being wrought, Perplexd in the extreme; of one whose hand, Like the base Indian, threw a pearl away Richer than all his tribe; of one, whose subdued eyes, Albeit unused to the melting mood, Drop tears as fast as the Arabian trees Their medicinable gum. Shakespeare.Othello, Act V. Scene 2. (The Moor before his death.)
Nor exaggerated praise Bestow on me, nor censure; for thou speakst To those who know me all for what I am. Homer.The Iliad, Bk. 10, Line 277. (Derby.)