Lest I blaspheme thy charming name,
And quench my former flame.
I can give others place, and see thee die
Damn'd with their prodigality,
If I set on't, so stout am I.
Thou know'st, my friend, thus have I often said,
When, by her sorceries misled,
30Thou bad'st me home to bed:
Ev'n then my practice gave my tongue the lie,
I could not her curst house pass by: