Good Wombs Have Borne Bad

Wishers Were Ever Fools.

You Taught Me Language, And My Profit On't / Is, I Know How To Curse

Take It In What Sense Thou Wilt.

Let Me Be Ignorant, And In Nothing Good, But Graciously To Know I Am No Better.

O God, O God, How Weary, Stale, Flat, And Unprofitable Seem To Me All The Uses Of This World!