12 [7].
"And now y'are entered, see the coddled cook
Runs from his Torrid Zone to pry and look
And bless his dainty mistress; see
How th' aged point out: 'This is she
Who now must sway
Us (and God shield her) with her yea and nay,'
And the smirk Butler thinks it
Sin in his nap'ry not t' express his wit;
Each striving to devise
Some gin wherewith to catch her eyes.
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13.
"What though your laden Altar now has won
The credit from the table of the Sun
For earth and sea; this cost
On you is altogether lost
Because you feed
Not on the flesh of beasts, but on the seed
Of contemplation: your,
Your eyes are they, wherewith you draw the pure
Elixir to the mind
Which sees the body fed, yet pined.
14 [14].
"If you must needs for ceremonie's sake
Bless a sack posset, Luck go with you, take
The night charm quickly; you have spells
And magic for to end, and Hells
To pass, but such
