The whiles some one did chaunt this lovely lay:
"Ah! see, whoso fayre thing doest faine to see,
In springing flowre the image of thy day!
Ah! see the virgin rose, how sweetly she
Doth first peepe foorth with bashfull modestie,
That fairer seemes the lesse ye see her may!
Lo see soone after how more bold and free
Her bared bosome she doth broad display;
Lo! see soone after how she fades and falls away!
"So passeth, in the passing of a day,