Erects the nap and leaves a cloudy stain.
Another author observes of a wet Saint Swithin:
Twice twenty days shall clouds their fleeces drain,
And wash the pavements with incessant rain.
Let not such vulgar tales debase thy mind;
Nor Paul nor Swithin rule the clouds and wind.
If you the precept of the Muse despise,
And slight the faithful warnings of the skies,
Others you’ll see, when all the town’s afloat,
Wrapt in the embraces of a kersey coat