Wits Bedlam, Where is had, Whipping-cheer, to cure the Mad | ||
Against Passus his superfluity in want.
Epigram. 362.
Passus doth passe his Bounds in all he doth,In all he thinks, in all he saies, or writes:
Nay, he's him selfe superfluous; yea, a Moath
Of Common-weales; but not like one indites,
Sith he consumes no Sense: for, thus he writ:
Her corrall-lips of hue: Of hue; oh marke
How hue, so plac'd, discoulor doth his wit;
And, with a dull redundance makes it darke:
Then sith that Hue the Sence slue senclesly,
Against that Hue, with open mouth, I cry.
Wits Bedlam, Where is had, Whipping-cheer, to cure the Mad | ||