We Will Draw The Curtain And Show

No, No, No, No! Come, Let's Away To Prison: We Two Alone Will Sing Like Birds I' The Cage: When Thou Dost Ask Me Blessing, I'll Kneel Down, And Ask Of Thee Forgiveness: So We'll Live, And Pray, And Sing, And Tell Old Tales, And Laugh At Gilded Butterflies, And Hear Poor Rogues Talk Of Court News; And We'll Talk With Them Too, Who Loses And Who Wins; Who's In, Who's Out; And Take Upon's The Mystery Of Things, As If We Were God's Spies: And We'll Wear Out, In A Wall'd Prison, Packs And Sects Of Great Ones, That Ebb And Flow By The Moon.

One Sin, I Know, Another Doth Provoke. Murder's As Near To Lust As Flame To Smoke.

O Me, You Juggler, You Canker-blossom, You Thief Of Love!

Modest Wisdom Plucks Me From Over-credulous Haste.

Our Enemies Are Our Outward Consciences.