The bear that breathes the northern blast br Did numb, torpedo-like, a wasp br Whose stiffened limbs encramped, lay bathing br In Sol's warm breath and shine as saving, br Which with her hands she chafes and stands br Rubbing her legs, shanks, thighs, and hands. br Her pretty toes, and fingers' ends br Nipped with this breath, she out extends br Unto the sun, in great desire br To warm her digits at that fire. br Doth hold her temples in this state br Where pulse doth beat, and head doth ache. br Doth turn, and stretch her body small, br Doth comb her velvet capital. br As if her little brain pan were br A volume of choice precepts clear. br As if her satin jacket hot br Contained apothecary's shop br Of nature's receipts, that prevails br To remedy all her sad ails, br As if her velvet helmet high br Did turret rationality. br She fans her wing up to the wind br As if her pettycoat were lined, br With reason's fleece, and hoists sails br And humming flies in thankful gales br Unto her dun curled palace hall br Her warm thanks offering for all. br br Lord, clear my misted sight that I br May hence view Thy divinity, br Some sparks whereof thou up dost hasp br Within this little downy wasp br In whose small corporation we br A school and a schoolmaster see, br Where we may learn, and easily find br A nimble spirit bravely mind br Her work in every limb: and lace br It up neat with a vital grace, br Acting each part though ne'er so small br Here of this fustian animal. br Till I enravished climb into br The Godhead on this ladder do, br Where all my pipes inspired upraise br An heavenly music furred with praise.