As swetely shall it sounde as it were stuffyd with wull.
Water Myller. On my fayth I thynke the moone be at the full, 605
For frantyke fansyes be then most plentefull.
Which are at the pryde of theyr sprynge in your[171] hed,
So farre from our matter he[171] is now fled.
As for the wynde in any instrument,
It is no percell of our argument, 610
We spake of wynde that comyth naturally
And that is wynde forcyd artyfycyally,
Whyche is not to purpose. But, yf it were,