I make myself the wreath that you are to wear.

But hush! No telling to others that make so inquisitive questions.

We must obey, and silence is a part of obedience, and obedience is to bring you strong and well into loving arms that wait for you.

Now sit still a while.

Come with me, friend John, and you shall help me deck the room with my garlic, which is all the way from Haarlem, where my friend Vanderpool raise herb in his glass houses all the year.