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Valentine. I mean that her beauty is exquisite, but her favour infinite. / Speed. That's because the one is painted, and the other out of all count. / Valentine. How painted? and how out of count? / Speed. Marry, sir, so painted, to make her fair, that no man counts of her beauty. / Valentine. How esteem'st thou me? I account of her beauty. / Speed. You never saw her since she was deformed?

Never was preaching more accounted of than in the sixteenth century.

Bard, Hoskuld’s son, had also been a seafarer, and was well accounted of wherever he went, for he was the best of brave men and true, and a man of moderation in all things.