A poem by Anthony Munday

—————————–

To Colin Cloute.

Beautie sate bathing by a Spring.

Where fayrest shades did hide her.

The winds blew calme, the birds did sing,

the coole streames ranne beside her.

My wanton thoughts entic’dmine 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 even as Babes in dreames doo smile,

and sometime fall a weeping :

So I awakt,as wise this while,

as when I fell a sleeping.

Hey nonnie, nonnie, &c.

FINIS.                  Sheepheard Tonie.  aka Anthony Munday

The above is how it was originally printed, except that I have changed the old style long-S, that resembles an “f”, to the modern “s”.

.

.

.