Or, bringing on the stage a loose adulteress,
That does maintain the riotous expense
Of him that feeds her greedy lust, yet suffers
The lawful pledges of a former bed
To starve the while for hunger; if a matron,
However great in fortune, birth, or titles,
Guilty of such a foul, unnatural sin,
Cry out, ’T is writ for me,—WE CANNOT HELP IT.
Or, when a covetous man’s express’d, whose wealth
Arithmetic cannot number, and whose lordships