This species flies from late summer until frost.

Physician. Now I haue found you out, you are in loue. Jane. I thinke I am, what your appliance now? Can all your Paracelsian mixtures cure it, ’T must be a Surgeon of the Ciuill Law, I feare that must cure me.

Indeed the embryo of much nineteenth century reform had already appeared in the curious provision of the ancient Statutes of the Guild (chapter 10), whereby a penalty is incurred gif ony stal (minxerit — a word which Skene vernacularises with excessive bluntness!) in the yet of the gilde or upon the wall of the gild.

Which when those knights beheld, with scornefull eye They sdeigned such lascivious disport, And loath'd the loose demeanure of that wanton sort.