And Summer, tho' it be less gay,

Yet is not look'd on as a Time

Of Declination and Decay;

For with a full Hand that does bring

All that was promis'd by the Spring."—Waller.

Sometimes the quadran ends the stanza, and the two lines of the same rhyme begin it; as,

"Here's to thee, Dick; this whining Love despise;

Pledge me my Friend, and drink till thou be'st wise.

It sparkles brighter far than she;

'Tis pure and right without Deceit;