And eke her odd Pantafles. [? old]
The breast-milk, and the very Gown
That she did wear in Bethlehem Town,
When in the Barn she lay:
But men may think that is a Fable, [p. 65.]
For such good cloaths ne’er came in Stable
Upon a lock of hay.
No Carpenter can by his trade
Have so much Coin as to have made
A gown of such rich Stuff: