More Matter With Less Art.

O Wretched State! O Bosom Black As Death!

Give Obedience Where 'tis Truly Owed.

How Much Salt Water Thrown Away In Waste/ To Season Love, That Of It Doth Not Taste.

O Horror! Horror! Horror! Tongue Nor Heart Cannot Conceive Nor Name Thee!

Tell Me Where Is Fancy Bred, Or In The Heart, Or In The Head? How Begot, How Nourished? Reply, Reply. It Is Engend'red In The Eyes, With Gazing Fed, And Fancy Dies In The Cradle Where It Lies.