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To watch for glances every hour
From her divine and sacred eyes:
⁠Heigh ho, for Rosaline!
Her paps are centres of delight,
Her breasts are orbs of heavenly frame,
Where Nature moulds the dew of light
To feed perfection with the same:
⁠Heigh ho, would she were mine!

With orient pearl, with ruby red,
With marble white, with sapphire blue
Her body every way is fed,
Yet soft in touch and sweet in view:
⁠Heigh ho, fair Rosaline!
Nature herself her shape admires;
The Gods are wounded in her sight;
And Love forsakes his heavenly fires
And at her eyes his brand doth light:
⁠Heigh ho, would she were mine!

Then muse not, Nymphs, though I bemoan
The absence of fair Rosaline,
Since for a fair there’s fairer none,
Nor for her virtues so divine:
⁠Heigh ho, fair Rosaline;
Heigh ho, my heart! would God that she were mine!
⁠T. Lodge

xvii

COLIN

Beauty sat bathing by a spring
⁠Where fairest shades did hide her;
The winds blew calm, the birds did sing,
⁠The cool streams ran beside her.
My wanton thoughts enticed mine eye
⁠To see what was forbidden:
But better memory said, fie!
⁠So vain desire was chidden:—
⁠Hey nonny nonny O!
⁠Hey nonny nonny!