Thou rascal beadle, hold thy bloody hand! Why dost thou lash that whore? Strip thine own back;... Thou hotly lusts to use her in that kind For which thou whipp'st her. The usurer hangs the cozener. Through tattered clothes small vices do appear; Robes and furred gowns hide all. Plate sin with gold, And the strong lance of justice hurtless breaks; Arm it in rags, a pygmy's straw does pierce it. None does offend, none, I say, none. I'll able 'em. Take that of me, my friend, who have the power To seal th' accuser's lips. Get thee glass eyes, And like a scurvy politician seem To see the things thou dost not.LESSATTRIBUTION DETAIL »
Through tattered clothes great vices do appear; Robes and furred gowns hide all. Place sin with gold,... And the strong lance of justice hurtless breaks: Arm it in rags, a pigmy's straw does pierce it.LESSATTRIBUTION DETAIL »