Of lovely nymphs. (O that I were there,
To helpen the ladies their Maybush bear!)
Ah! Piers, be not thy teeth on edge, to think
How great sport they gainen with little swink?
PIERS. Perdie, so far am I from envy,
That their fondness inly I pity:
Those faitours little regarden their charge,
While they, letting their sheep run at large,
Passen their time, that should be sparely spent,
In lustihed and wanton merriment.