DIRECT BENEFITS FROM MOTHS. 61 



Take first the feast these dishes gone, 



We 'II see the Fairy court anon. 



A little raushroome table spred, 



After short prayers they set on bread, 



A moon-parent grain of purest wheat, 



With some small glit'ring gritt, to eate 



His choyce bitts with ; then, in a trice, 



They make a feast lesse great than nice. 



But all this while his eye is served, 



We must not thinke his eare was sterved ; 



But that there was in place to stir 



His spleen, the chirring grashopper, 



The merry cricket, puling fly, 



The piping gnat, for minstralsy. 



And now, we must imagine, first, 



The elves present, to quench his thirst, 



A pure seed-pearle of infant dew, 



Brought and besweetned in a blew 



And pregnant violet ; which done, 



His killing eyes begin to runne 



Quite through the table, where he spies 



The homes of paperie butterflies, 



Of which he eates, and tastes a little 



Of that we call the cuckoes spittle ; 



A little fuz-ball pudding stands 



By, yet not blessed by his hands, 



That was too coorse ; but then, forthwith 



He ventures boldly on the pith 



Of sugred rush, and eates the sagge 



And well bestrutted bee's sweet bagge ; 



Gladding his pallat with some store 



Of emits eggs what wo'd he more? 



But beards of mice, a newt's stew'd thigh, 



A bloated earewig and a flie, 



