Say, if you cannot help it, less,
But what you do put, put express.
I fear that rule won’t meet your feeling:
You think half showing, half concealing,
Is God’s own method of revealing.
Di. To please my own poor mind! to find repose;
To physic the sick soul; to furnish vent
To diseased humours in the moral frame!
Sp. A sort of seton, I suppose,
A moral bleeding at the nose: