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!

Into a slumber then I fell,   And fond imagination Seemed to see, but could not tell,   Her feature or her fashion: But ev'n as babes in dreams do smile,   And sometimes fall a-weeping, So I awaked as wise that while   As when I fell a-sleeping.