I Sing Of May-poles, Hock-carts, Wassails, Wakes, Of Bride-grooms, Brides, And Of Their Bridal-cakes. I Write Of Youth, Of Love;–and Have Access By These, To Sing Of Cleanly Wantonness; I Sing Of Dews, Of Rains, And, Piece By Piece, Of Balm, Of Oil, Of Spice, And Ambergris.