Soon slipt aside three-quarters of the stuff.
His man, espying it, said in derision,
“Master, remember how you saw the vision!”
“Peace, knave!” quoth he, “I did not see one rag
Of such a colour’d silk in all the flag.”
Sir John Harrington.
THE WILL
BEFORE I sigh my last gasp, let me breathe,
Great Love, some legacies: Here I bequeathe