“Here are chaste wives, pure lives; here people pay
But what they please; and if that things be dear,
’Tis only that they love to throw away
Their cash, to show how much they have a-year.
Here laws are all inviolate—none lay
Traps for the traveller—every highway’s clear—
Here”—he was interrupted by a knife,
With—“Damn your eyes! your money or your life!”—