He was met even now As mad as the vex'd sea; singing aloud; Crown'd with rank fumiter and furrow-weeds, With bur-docks, hemlock, nettles, cuckoo-flowers, Darnel, and all the idle weeds that grow In our sustaining corn.

Let's meet as little as we can

Great griefs medicine the less.

My wits begin to turn.

How low am I, thou painted maypole?

And I will make it felony to drink small beer.

We see which way the stream of time doth run.