¶To Colin Cloute.
BEautie 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 entic'd mine eye,
to see what was forbidden:
But better Memory said, fie,
so, vaine Desire was chidden.
Hey nonnie, nonnie, &c.
Into a slumber then I fell,
when fond imagination:
Seemed to see, but could not tell
her feature or her fashion.
But euen as Babes in dreames doe smile,
and sometime fall a weeping:
So I awakt, as wise this while,
as when I fell a sleeping.
Hey nonnie, nonnie, &c.
FINIS
Shepheard Tonie.