That quickneth the prest plough: and for to eat,
It makes new toyle, begin againe to sweat:
The second sight are Wines, the best on earth,
And most delicious in their pleasant birth;
They’re Phisicall, and good t’expell all sorts
Of burning Feavers, in their violent torts:
Which Senators of Venice, drinke for health,
There’s nought so rare, but is attaind by wealth.
The third is amiable, O verdure greene!
For pastorage, the best that can be seene;