It always appeared a most iniquitous scheme to meto fight ourselves for what we are daily robbing and plundering from those who have as good a right to freedom as we have.

Coyness seems to be not much more developed, at least among those who need it most: No. 465: "By being kind to him again at first sight you deprived yourself, you foolish girl, of many pleasureshis prostration at your feet and his eager robbing of a kiss.

" So did he good to none, to manie ill, So did he all the kingdome rob and pill, [Pill, plunder.]

But pinching fist, that spareth all, Of due relief the needy robs: Nought can be caught, where nought doth fall, There comes no good of greedy cobs.