On Monday early—for your Honour sees
The poor man must not slumber at his ease,
Nor must he into woods and coverts lurk,
Nor work alone, but must be seen to work:
’Tis not, your Honour knows, sufficient now 330
For us to live, but we must prove it—how.
Stay, please your Honour—I was early up,
And forth without a morsel or a sup.
There was my Lady’s carriage—Whew! it drove
As if the horses had been spurr’d by Love.”