Some tonic you have drunk moves you.
XXXII.
—Thinks your friend so? Good sir, your wit is bright
But wit that strives to speak the popular voice,
Puts on its nightcap and puts out its light;
Curfew, would seem your conqueror’s decree
To women likewise: and we have no choice
Save darkness or rebellion, we!
XXXIII.
—A plain safe intermediate way is cleft