1 Beauty sate bathing by a spring,
where fairest shades did hide her,
The windes blew calme, the birds did sing,
The coole streames ranne beside her,
My wanton thoughts intiste my eye
To see what was forbidden,
But better memory cride fie,
So vaine gelights were chidden.
2 Into a slumber then I fell,
But fond imagination
Seemed to see, but could not tell
Her feature of her fashion.
But euen as babes in dreames do smile
And sometime fall aweeping:
So I awakt as wife the while
As when I fell asleeping.
words by:
Anthony Munday