Smart jerk of wit! Did ever such a straine Rise from an Apish schoole-boyes childish braine? Dost thou not blush, good Ned, that such a scent Shold rise from thence where thou hadst nutriment? Shame to Opinion, that perfumes his dung, And streweth flowers rotten bones among. Juggling Opinion, thou inchanting witch Paint not a rotten post with colours rich.
