From “a Ballad upon a Wedding”
*        *        *        *        *THE MAID, and thereby hangs a tale,
For such a maid no Whitsun-ale
    Could ever yet produce:
No grape that ’s kindly ripe could be
So round, so plump, so soft as she,
    Nor half so full of juice.

Her finger was so small, the ring
Would not stay on which they...