William Morris

felt rather puzzled in

and that you had best suck it in little by little.

looked askance at my garments;

the materials were light and gay to suit the season.

As I was putting the first mouthfuls into my mouth

the smell of the trodden bracken near the wayside.

scarecrow amidst this beauty-loving

splendidly clad in figured silk,

every Jack may have his Jill

, then, take it," said she, "and don't trouble about losing it. What will it matter if you do? Somebody is sure to find it, and he will use it, and you can get another."