Die For Adultery! No: The Wren Goes

Men's Eyes Were Made To Look, And Let Them Gaze. I Will Not Budge For No Man's Pleasure.

Shall I Never See A Bachelor Of Three Score Again?

Opinion Crowns With An Imperial Voice.

With These Shreds They Vented Their Complainings, Which Being Answered And A Petition Granted Them, A Strange One, To Break The Heart Of Generosity, And Make Bold Power Look Pale, They Threw Their Caps As They Would Hang Them On The Horns O' Th' Moon, Shouting Their Emulation.

Mercy Is Not Itself, That Oft Looks So; Pardon Is Still The Nurse Of Second Woe.