At the foot of this bush, represented on　his bases, lay a number of black
swollen toads gasping for wind, and summer-lived　grasshoppers gaping after
dew, both which were choked with excessive drouth for want　of shade. The
word, Non sine vulnere viresco, I spring not without impediments, alluding
to the toads and suchlike that erst lay sucking at his roots, but now were
turned out, and　near choked with drought. His horse was suited in black
sandy earth (as adjacent to this　bush) which was here and there patched
with short burnt grass, and as thick ink-dropped　with toiling ants and emmets
as ever it might crawl, who, in the full of the summer moon　(ruddy garnished
on his horse’s forehead) hoarded up their provision of grain against
winter.