"Here are chaste wives, pure lives; here people pay

But what they please; and if that things be dear,

'T is only that they love to throw away

Their cash, to show how much they have a-year.

Here laws are all inviolate—none lay

Traps for the traveller—every highway's clear—

Here"—he was interrupted by a knife,

With—"Damn your eyes! your money or your life!"—