Whilst thou vnder a bush shalt sit and smile.
Or with Hare-pypes (set in a muset hole)
Wilt thou deceaue the deep-earth-deluing Coney?
Or wilt thou in a yellow Boxen bole,
Taste with a woodden splent the sweet lythe honey?
Clusters of crimson Grapes Ile pull thee downe;
And with Vine-leaues make thee a louely Crowne.
Or wilt thou drinke a cup of new-made Wine
Froathing at top, mixt with a dish of Creame;