Why this were med’cinable, and would heale,
Though the whole languish’d, halfe the commonweale.
But for a Cobler to goe burn his cappe,
And cry, The Prince, the Prince! O dire mishappe!
Or a Geneva-bridegroom, after grace,
To throw his spouse i’ th’ fire; or scratch her face
To the tune of the Lamentation; or delay
His Friday capon till the Sabbath day:
Or an old Popish lady half vow’d dead
To fast away the day in gingerbread: