Well twisted and turned again, that tide.
Unsunken in hollows shall it be made,
Both outer and inner, so God me glad.
That shall be hung with a canopy hollow,
And hooks and loops on bands shall follow.
The valance on a rod shall hang with state,[[239]]
Three curtains drawn within full straight,
That reach shall even to ground about,
Neither more, neither less, without a doubt.
He strikes them up with a forkéd wand,