Queen Hermione in Shakespeare's A Winter's Tale

I prithee tell me;
cram us with praise, and make us
As fat as tame things.

One good deed dying tongueless
Slaughters a thousand waiting upon that.

Your praises are our wages.

You may ride us
With one soft kiss a thousand furlongs ere
With spur we heat an acre.

–Queen Hermione in
Shakespeare’s A Winter’s Tale