We'll frolic it, and taste the choicest pleasures,
750Nor shall our joys be listed in with measures.
The credulous world we gull with silver shrines,
Our grave behaviours and retired lives,
When we in naked truth are libertines,
And taste the pillow joys of sprightful wives,
When through the vault our lusty shavelings pace,
All the choice measures of delight to chase.'
Thus leave them with their hair-lack crowns,
And see Rivelezzo now arrived at home,