Gaily the feast of their beloved Adonis.
She who invites is a right merry lass,
And nothing will be spared: therefore be quick,
Tuck up your robe, and come away with me. —Anon.
Alexis. (Book viii. § 15, p. 532.)
Talk not to me of schools and trim academies,
Of music or sage meetings held at Pylus—
I'll hear no more of them: mere sugar'd words
Which melt as you pronounce them. Fill your cup