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;