Earth’s increase, foison plenty, Barns and garners never empty, Vines and clustering bunches growing, Plants with goodly burthen bowing; Spring come to you at the farthest In the very end of harvest! Scarcity and want shall shun you; Ceres’ blessing so is on you.

This is a most majestic vision, and Harmoniously charmingly. May I be bold To think these spirits?

Spirits, which by mine art I have from their confines call’d to enact My present fancies.