Dy'd crimson in a maiden's blush,
And lin'd in humming-bees' soft plush.
His hat was all of lady's love,
So passing light, that it would move
If any gnat or humming fly
But beat the air in passing by.
About it went a wreath of pearl,
Dropt from the eyes of some poor girl,
Pinch'd because she had forgot
To leave clean water in the pot.