text:  Would any man who is ready to die for love describe his passions like Narcissus; would he think of _inopem me copia fecit_ and a dozen more of such expressions poured on the neck of one another and signifying all the same thing? This is just John Littlewit in 'Bartholomew Fair ' who had a conceit (as he tells you) left him in his misery; a miserable conceit