Earth felt the wound; and Nature from her seat, Sighing through all her works, gave signs of woe That all was lost.
They also serve who only stand and wait.
Enjoy your dear wit and gay rhetoric, That hath so well been taught her dazzling fence.
A bevy of fair women.
Virtue hath no tongue to check vice's pride.
License they mean when they cry Liberty; For who loves that, must first be wise and good.