Used in the hours of anger and alarm,
It makes her civil, and it keeps her warm:
Thus bless’d with secrets both would choose to hide,
Their fears now grant me what their scorn denied.
“My freedom thus by their assent secured,
Bad as it is, the place may be endured;
And bad it is, but her estates, you know,
And her beloved hoards, she must bestow;
So we can slily our amusements take,
And friends of demons, if they help us, make.”