Injurious wasps, to feed on such sweet honey,
And kill the bees, that yield it, with your stings!
I’ll kiss each several paper for amends.
Look, here is writ ‘kind Julia.’ Unkind Julia!
110 As in revenge of thy ingratitude,
I throw thy name against the bruising stones,
Trampling contemptuously on thy disdain.
And here is writ ‘love-wounded Proteus.’
Poor wounded name! my bosom, as a bed,
115 Shall lodge thee, till thy wound be throughly heal’d;