Yet wit ne’er tastes and beauty ne’er enjoys;
So well bred spaniels civilly delight
In mumbling of the game they dare not bite,
Eternal smiles his emptiness betray
As shallow streams run dimpling all the way
Whether in florid impotence he speaks
And as the prompter breathes, the puppet squeaks;
Or at the ear of Eve, familiar toad
Half froth, half venom, spits himself abroad.
In puns or politics, in tales or lies