For truth hath better deeds than words to grace it

And simple truth miscalled simplicity,
And captive good attending captain ill.

What, gone without a word? Ay, so true love should do; it cannot speak, For truth hath better deeds than words to grace it

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

He does it with a better grace, but I do it more natural.

Full many a lady I have eyed with best regard, and many a time Th' harmony of their tongues hath into bondage Brought my too diligent ear; for several virtues Have I liked several women; never any With so full soul but some defect in her Did quarrel with the noblest grace she owed, And put it to the foil.