What Our Contempts Do Often Hurl From

That England, That Was Wont To Conquer Others, Hath Made A Shameful Conquest Of Itself.

Few Love To Hear The Sins They Love To Act.

Now, Neighbor Confines, Purge You Of Your Scum! Have You A Ruffian That Will Swear, Drink, Dance, Revel The Night, Rob, Murder, And Commit The Oldest Sins The Newest Kind Of Ways?

In Love The Heavens Themselves Do Guide The State; Money Buys Lands, And Wives Are Sold By Fate.

O' What May Man Within Him Hide, Though Angel On The Outward Side!