Iddy calls for Har[r]y || To man them along:
Martin calls Marcy, || Dick calls for Debary,
Then they goe lovingly || All in a throng.
8. (Westm. Droll., 7.)
The bright Apollo || Was all the while peeping
To see if his Daphne had bin in the throng,
And, missing her, hastily downward was creeping,
For [Thetis] imagined [he] they tarri’d too long.
Then all the troope mourned || And homeward returned,
For Cynthia scorned || To smile or to frowne: