Tib. Talk. I would it were to-morrow; for, till he resort,
Our mistress, being a widow, hath small comfort:
And I heard our nurse speak of an husband to-day,
Ready for our mistress; a rich man and a gay.
And we shall go in our French hoods every day:
In our silk cassocks (I warrant you) fresh and gay;
In our trick ferdegews and billiments of gold;
Brave in our suits of change, seven double fold.
Then shall ye see Tibet, sirs, tread the moss so trim;
Nay, why said I tread? ye shall see her glide and swim;