Of Thamar, and her lustfull brothers strife;
Then, underneath the hedge that woos them next,
They may sitt down; and there act out the text.
Nor do wee want, how ere wee live austeere,
In winter Sabbath-nights our lusty cheere;
And though the pastors grace, which oft doth hold
Halfe an howre long, make the provision cold,
Wee can be merry; thinking ’t nere the worse
To mend the matter at the second course.
Chapters are read, and hymnes are sweetly sung,