VIII.
Feasts and Revells.
But you are over-blest. Plenty this day
Injures; it causeth time to stay;
The tables groane, as though this feast
185Would, as the flood, destroy all fowle and beast.
And were the doctrine new
That the earth mov'd, this day would make it true;
For every part to dance and revell goes.
They tread the ayre, and fal not where they rose.
190Though six houres since, the Sunne to bed did part,
The masks and banquets will not yet impart
A sunset to these weary eyes, A Center to this heart.