2820No state-distinction, for my humble breast
Shall leave all pride with silks, perfumes, and glasses;
And, if with non inventus we return,
I'll Venus' witchcraft hate and Cupid spurn.'
When as the sovereign of the day had drawn
A veil of brightness o'er the twinkling lamps,
And threw on Cynthia's brow a double lawn,
Clearing the welkin from benighting damps,
They in the habits of a milking maid
(All but skin-linen) did their beauties shade.