The sickly Cap[,] though wrought with silk,
Is like repentance, white as milk;
When Caps drop off at health apace,
The Cap doth then your head uncase,
The sick mans Cap (if wrought can tell)
Though he be sick, his cap is well.
For any Cap, &c.
The fudling Cap by Bacchus Might,
Turns night to day, and day to night;
We know it makes proud heads to bend,