Wits Bedlam, Where is had, Whipping-cheer, to cure the Mad | ||
A hard choyce.
Epi. 184.
I faine would marry; but, more faine liue sole,Though without wife, I am but halfe my whole:
For, man and wife one body make; and some
By marrying, marre two Bodies. I am dumbe,
Or, know not what to say: For, this good-naught
Makes me a fickle Sheptick in my thought:
And, to be held more wise, play more the foole.
Wits Bedlam, Where is had, Whipping-cheer, to cure the Mad | ||