Wits Bedlam, Where is had, Whipping-cheer, to cure the Mad | ||
Against Marcus his insatiablenesse, and basenesse in his leachery.
Epi. 141.
So deerely did Darius still esteemeOf his night-pleasures, that his Bed was spred
Like a Pauillion; ouer which did seeme
A Vine to grow, all Gold enamelled!
Which as an Arbour, did the Bed inuolue;
The Grapes whereof were Pearl as big as Plumbes;
Whose price was more than Algrim can resolue;
His Pillowes value worth vnualued Summes!
Yet Marc had rather lie with's Drab (thogh sūck)
In Straw, than in this State, without his Punck.
Wits Bedlam, Where is had, Whipping-cheer, to cure the Mad | ||