In a short time their Bolts wear off, and then
They may be sure ne’re to come there agen;
Discharged thence their fettered souls shall be,
Only an hour confin’d, and then set free.
Bridewell, no wiseman yet did e’re dispraise thee,
For thou dost feed the poor, correct the lazy;
The expiration of a little time,
Forgives offenders, and forgets their Crime.
Hereafter from the Prison, Heav’n defend me;
Rather to Bedlam, Newgate, Bridewel, send me;