How little I would care to hazard one;
But having solely one, I will not try
Its loss; as yet I have no mind to dye.
Should we proceed then, and be taken in it;
Death and damnation seize us in a minute.
Cease then, and let your fancy’s suit with mine,
We’l plot no Treason, but to get good Wine:
That being had, let each man’s face declare
Th’ Indian Mines not so rich as ours are.
If we want Coyn, the best way, I suppose,