Nor mind the dull Maxim at all,
Let it reign in Cheapside,
With the Citizens Bride:
It will ne'er be receiv'd, it will ne'er, ne'er, it will
ne'er be receiv'd at White-hall.
What Apochryphal Tales are you told,
By one who wou'd make you believe;
That because of to have and to hold,
You still must be pinn'd to his Sleeve:
'Twere apparent high-Treason,