Kala, old Mopsus' wife,
Kala with fairest face,
For whom the neighbour swaines oft were at strife,
As shee to milke her milke-white flocke did tend,
Sigh'd with a heauie grace,
And said, what wretch like mee doth leade her life?
I see not how my taske can haue an end;
All day I draw these streaming dugs in fold,
All night mine emptie husband's soft and cold.