• After her came jolly June, arrayed
    All in green leaves, as he a player were;
    Yet in his time he wrought as well as played,
    That by his plough-irons mote right well appear.
    Upon a crab he rode, that did him bear,
    With crooked crawling steps, an uncouth pace,
    And backward rode, as bargemen wont to fare,
    Bending their force contrary to their face;
    Like that ungracious crew which feigns demurest grace.