Se howe this toode bolneth:

Why wayle we then? why weary we the Gods with playnts, As if ſome euill were to her betight? She raignes a goddeſſe now emong the ſaintes, That whilome was the ſaynt of ſhepheardes light: And is enſtalled nowe in heauens hight.

I can't be single and kissless for my whole life. Can I?

After this homily which he delivered with much warmth of asseveration Mr Mulligan in a trice put off from his hat a kerchief with which he had shielded it.