Our matter, with allowing vs no place.
Though you presume Satan a subtill thing,
And may haue heard hee’s worne in a thumbe-ring;
Doe not on these presumptions, force vs act,
In compasse of a cheese-trencher. This tract
Will ne’er admit our vice, because of yours.
Anone, who, worse than you, the fault endures
That your selues make? when you will thrust and spurne,
And knocke vs o’ the elbowes, and bid, turne;
As if, when wee had spoke, wee must be gone,