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Twice the moon hath waxed and wasted, Lavish of her dew-bright horn; And the wheeling sun hath hasted Fifty days, towards Capricorn.

Thebes, and all the Misric nation, Float upon the inundation; Each man shouts and laughs, before Landing at his own house door.

There the good wife doth return it, Grumbling, as she shows the dish, Chervil, basil, chives, and burnet Feed, instead of seasoning, fish.