My selfe will bring your close designes to light, And overthrow your vilde conspiracies.

Love lyes a bleeding here, Evadne there Swells with brave rage, yet comely every where, Here's a mad lover, there that high designe Of King and no King (and the rare Plot thine)

I have set already my designe a moveing To take my Captaine Underwit, who in wine Was late more feirie upon me.