Nor shew her self before the king
An hypocrite, or painted thing:
But, that the ways might all prove fair,
Conceiv’d a tedious mile of prayer.
Upon the look’d-for seventh[43] of March,
Outwent the townsmen all in starch,
Both band and beard, into the field,
Where one a speech could hardly wield;
For needs he would begin his stile,
The king being from him half a mile.