Ere in our own house I do shade my head.

Dreamed about a reefer five feet long / Mighty Mezz, but not too strong / You'll be high but not for long / If you're a viper

He walks to load the bases.

Five hundred years ago, that ugly whirl of muddy surf, 100 square miles in area, was a fruitful field, 50 Villages upon it, one Town, several Monasteries and 50,000 souls: till on Christmas midnight A.D. 1277, the winds and the storm-rains having got to their height, Ocean and Ems did, about midnight, undermine the place, folded it over like a friable bedquilt or monstrous doomed griddle-cake, and swallowed it all away.