Such labour'd nothings, in so strange a style, Amaze th' unlearn'd and make the learned smile.
At ev'ry word a reputation dies.
As with narrow-necked bottles; the less they have in them, the more noise they make in pouring out.
A naked lover bound and bleeding lies!
Fame, wealth, and honour! what are you to Love?
Chaste to her husband, frank to all beside, A teeming mistress, but a barren bride.