The year made June and equinoctial.
If heat offend, our pits afford us shade,
50Thus summer 's winter, winter 's summer made.
What need we baths, what need we bower or grove?
A coal-pit's both a ventiduct and stove.
Such pits and caves were palaces of old;
Poor inns, God wot, yet in an age of gold;
And what would now be thought a strange design,
To build a house was then to undermine.
People lived under ground, and happy dwellers