Nor for thy love will I once gnash a brick,
Or some pied colours in my bonnet stick:[575]
But, by the chaps of hell, to do thee good,
I'll freely spend my thrice-decocted blood.
FOOTNOTES:
[570] This sonnet and the two following pieces are only found in Isham copy and ed. A.
[571] So Isham copy.—Ed. A "fill."
[572] Tippling.
[573] "Bouse" was a cant term for "drink."