So that Bow-bell was like much woe to sustain.
I can remember, I am so old,
Since Paradise gates were watched by night;
And when that Vulcanus was made a cuckold,
Among the great gods I appeared in sight.
Nay, for all you smiling, I tell you true.
No, no, ye will not know me now;
The mighty on the earth I do subdue.
Tush, if you will give me leave, I'll tell ye how;
Now, in good faith, I care not greatly,