“Is a prettysome name, is Wachanga,” he croons.

In a long purple pall, whose ſkirt with gold, / Was fretted all about, ſhe was arayd, […]

the coldness of the earth some concurrence or coadjuvancy

I go to put in readiness the feast Kept to the honour of our goddess Famine, Where, for more glory, let the ceremony Take place of the uglification of the Queen.