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The Book of Ruth, an idle, bungling story, foolishly told, nobody knows by whom, about a strolling country girl creeping slily to bed to her cousin Boaz.
I wake the fairy elves, who shun the light; When, from their blossom'd beds, they slily peep, And spy my pale star, leading on the night, Forth to their games and revelry they leap;
On the one hand it testifies to slow growth, and so (indirectly) to the smoke-pall that occluded London's sunlight, and on the other it slily opens the door to a metaphor from an altogether different source.
who had been slily hovering near by all this while,