This Liberty Is All That

Wooing, Wedding, And Repenting Is As A Scotch Jig, A Measure, And A Cinque-pace: The First Suit Is Hot And Hasty Like A Scotch Jig--and Full As Fantastical; The Wedding, Mannerly Modest, As A Measure, Full Of State And Ancientry; And Then Comes Repentance And With His Bad Legs Falls Into The Cinque-pace Faster And Faster, Till He Sink Into His Grave.

Thrust Your Head Into The Public Street, To Gaze On Christian Fools With Varnish'd Faces.

Hung Be The Heavens With Black! Yield, Day, To Night!

But Now I Am Cabined, Cribbed, Confined, Bound In To Saucy Doubts And Fears.

Have Patience, And Endure