2390But yet, alas! this pleasure lasted not:
Their virgin-girdles could not keep their knot.
Not many fortnights after they had took
These physic-potions from their doctor's reins,
One told her folly by her meagre look,
Another had more blue than on her veins,
Others were qualmish, and another longs:
All spake their pleasures, yet all held their tongues.
One long'd for citrons, and another grapes,
That grew on Alps' steep height, others for peaches;