Which Lock and Key your Fine Maidens remit
To keep one such as me in that Sorrow?
Perhaps, for Just and Everyone's Benefit
Let Clock's Hand Scales reveal for Tomorrow
So that, even Business was not to Portend
And scramble the Values your Heart reserves
That, if Un-Leashed, Scandal brews by Contend
And drag all Praises down to their Conserves
Shall we suffer Debate in the Parliament
Then allot those Knocks with your own Heart's Vote
Else apply this Witness for Testament
With a Boulder lift your Hard-Pressed Devote?
Patience me. That Kiss behind your Accept
Frown his Blue Face; Then perfume your Decept.