Of lilies and of lady-smocks:
To hear thy milkmaid, Maudlin, troll
Choice morsels from Kit Marlow sweetly;
And Maudlin's mother,—honest soul,
Whose "golden age" has fled so fleetly!—
Respond with Raleigh's answering rhyme
Of wisdom past its active prime:
To take a draught of sound old ale—
What tipple wholesomer or sweeter?—
At the old ale-house in the vale,