Into a shadie dale she soft him led,
And laid him downe vpon a grassie plaine;
And her sweet selfe without dread, or disdaine,
She set beside, laying his head disarm’d
In her loose lap, it softly to sustaine,
Where soone he slumbred, fearing not be harm’d,
The whiles with a loud[622] lay she thus him sweetly charm’d.
Behold, O man, that toilesome paines doest take,[623] xv
The flowres, the fields, and all that pleasant growes,
How they themselues doe thine ensample make,