Is infancy—manhood—so uninterspersed
With good—some faint sprinkle?
Clo. I 'd speak if I durst.
Apol. Draughts dregward loose tongue-tie.
Lach. I 'd see, did no web
Set eyes somehow winking.
Apol. Drains-deep lies their purge
—True collyrium!
Atr. Words, surging at high-tide, soon ebb