After a storm: quaff'd off the muscadel,
And threw the sops all in the sexton's face;
Having no other [reason]
But that his beard grew thin and hungerly
And seem'd to ask [him] sops as he was drinking.
This done, he took the bride about the neck
And kiss'd her lips with such a clamorous smack
That at the parting [all] the church [did echo:]
[And I] seeing this came thence for very shame;
And after me, [I know,] the rout is coming.