2420Yet still suppressed her knowledge, till at last
Their heaving bellies kissed their thick'ned waist.
She then, with friendly summonings, did call
The grave lord abbot and his smooth-chin race;
Who, coachèd, came unto the virgin-hall,
But all the rabble through the vault did pace.
Arrivèd here, she cookèd dainty cates
To please the abbot and his tempo-pates.
So called a council 'bout her quondam maids—
Each one admiring who durst be so bold,