And both remain in sullen pout,
This brings them to themselves again,
And fast unites the broken Chain;
Makes Feuds and Discords straightway cease
And gives at least a Night of Peace.
This Rarity may now be seen
In Lambeth, at a Garden Green,
Bowen his Name, who in high Tone,
Calls it the Tree of Silver Spoon,
Which all the Maids of curious Eyes