Past all shame, so past all truth.
With these shreds They vented their complainings, which being answered And a petition granted them, a strange one, To break the heart of generosity, And make bold power look pale, they threw their caps As they would hang them on the horns o' th' moon, Shouting their emulation.
By heaven, I do love: and it hath taught me to rhyme, and to be mekancholy.
Praise us as we are tasted, allow us as we prove.
We will meet; and there we may rehearse most obscenely and courageously.
To unpathed waters, undreamed shores.