Love Potions Through the Ages: A Study of Amatory Devices and Mores

by Harry E. Wedeck

Let ’em stand bare, as do their auditory;

Or cap ’em new with shingles.

Mammon: No, good thatch:

Thatch will lie upo’ the rafters, Lungs.

Lungs, I will manumit thee from the furnace;

I will restore thee thy complexion, Puff,

Lost in the embers; and repair this brain,

Hurt wi’ the fumes o’ the metals.

Face: I have blown, sir,

Hard, for your worship; thrown by many a coal,