Praise from an enemy smells of craft.

That virtue therefore which is but a youngling in the contemplation of evil, and knows not the utmost that vice promises to her followers, and rejects it, is but a blank virtue, not a pure; her whiteness is but an excremental whiteness.

That practis'd falsehood under saintly shew, Deep malice to conceal, couch'd with revenge.

Among the writers of all ages, some deserve fame, and have it; others neither have nor deserve it; some have it, not deserving it; others, though deserving it, yet totally miss it, or have it not equal to their deserts.

Sable-vested Night, eldest of things.

Faithful found among the faithless.

Enjoy your dear wit and gay rhetoric, That hath so well been taught her dazzling fence.