Anthony Munday

Beauty Bathing

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.

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