And tender kids. And to these, taste black wine,

The third part water, of the Crystaline

Still flowing fount, that feeds a streame beneath;

And sit in shades, where temperate gales may breath

On thy oppos’d cheeks. When Orion’s raies

His influence, in first ascent, assaies,

Then to thy labouring Seruants giue command,

[306]To dight the sacred gift of Ceres hand,

In some place windie, on a [307]well-planed floore;

Which, all by measure, into Vessels poure;