T is better to be vile than vile esteemd, When not to be receives reproach of being; And the just pleasure lost which is so deemd, Not by our feeling, but by others seeing.
So on the tip of his subduing tongue All kinds of arguments and questions deep, All replication prompt, and reason strong, For his advantage still did wake and sleep. To make the weeper laugh, the laugher weep, He had the dialect and different skill, Catching all passion in his craft of will.