And, if these fail, the name of countess will
270Speak with a power above the Sidney-skill.
I hate long-winded sentences, which do
Unbreath a man, and hazard much his bellows,
Or pocket-flashes which instruct to woo—
The only virtues of some inkhorn fellows—
I scorn their troths, indods, their ifs or ands,
Or their O Lord, sir, when their wit's o' th' sands.
A fluent rascal that can speak in oil,
And clothe his words with silken eloquence,