Virtue is chok'd with foul ambition
He wears his faith but as the fashion of his hat.
Experience is by industry achieved, And perfected by the swift course of time.
This rudeness is a sauce to his good wit, Which gives men stomach to digest his words With better appetite.
Show me a mistress that is passing fair, what doth her beauty serve but as a note where I may read who pass'd that passing fair?
Do not spread the compost on the weeds.