What need a vermeil-tinctured lip for that,

Love-darting eyes, or [tresses like the morn]?

There was another meaning in these gifts;

Think what, and be advised; you are but young yet. 755

Lady. I had not thought to have unlocked my lips

In this unhallowed air, but that this juggler

Would think to charm my judgment, as mine eyes,

Obtruding false rules pranked in reason’s garb.

I hate [when vice can bolt her arguments] 760

And virtue has no tongue to check her pride.