There's a lady for my humour!
A pretty book of flesh and blood, and well
Bound up, in a fair letter, too. Would I
Had her, with all the Errata.
First I would marry her, that's a verb material,
Then I would print her with an _index
Expurgatorius_; a table drawn
Of her court heresies; and when she's read,
_Cum privilegio_, who dares call her wanton?