Deeds are males, words females are.

"I worked for men," my Lord will say, When we meet at the end of the King's highway; "I walked with the beggar along the road, I kissed the bondsman stung by the goad, I bore my half of the porter's load. And what did you do," my Lord will say, "As you traveled along the King's highway?"

To be nameless in worthy deeds, exceeds an infamous history.

Zeal without knowledge is the sister of folly.

For what made that in glory shine so long But poets' Pens, pluckt from Archangels' wings?

Much like a subtle spider, which doth sit In middle of her web, which spreadeth wide: If aught do touch the utmost thread of it, She feels it instantly on every side.