That in the idle aire he mou’d still here and there.
And him beside marcht amorous Desyre, ix
Who seemd of riper yeares, then th’other Swaine,
Yet was that other[1168] swayne this elders syre,
And gaue him being, commune to them twaine:
His garment was disguised very vaine,
And his embrodered Bonet sat awry;
Twixt both his hands few sparkes he close did straine,
Which still he blew, and kindled busily,
That soone they life conceiu’d, and forth in flames did fly.