A deed without a name.

How now, you secret, black, and midnight hags! What is't you do? A deed without a name

From lowest place when virtuous things proceed,The place is dignified by the doer's deed.

Talking isn't doing. It is a kind of good deed to say well; and yet words are not deeds.

Each your doing,So singular in each particular,Crowns what you are doing in the present deed,That all your acts are queens.

So shines a good deed in a weary world.