Who'll buy your love-knots?
Women they bind not, nor tie men.
You're a helpless gaoler, HYMEN!
"When the bargain is completed,
We have but to cry, 'We're cheated!'
And you'll find you're sold most sadly.
Love-knots? Fools'-knots! They tie badly.
Who'll buy your love-knots?
Who'll buy your love-knots?
Burdens you would lay our backs on—