That is to come, let be forecast:
Now tell us what thou hast seen.
THO. It was upon a holiday,
When shepheards' grooms have leave to play,
I cast to go a shooting;
Long wand'ring up and down the land,
With bow and bolts in either hand,
For birds in bushes tooting,
At length within the ivy tod,
(There shrouded was the little god,)