These maidens ful mekely with many a diuers[7] flowre
Freshly they dresse, and make swete my bowre,
With, Speke, Parrot, I pray you, full curtesly they say;
Parrot is a goodly byrd, a[8] prety popagey:
Delectatur in factura sua, tamen res est forma fugax.
With my becke bent, my[9] lyttyl wanton eye,
My fedders freshe as is the emrawde grene,
About my neck a cyrculet lyke the ryche rubye,
My lyttyll leggys, my feet both fete and clene, 20
I am a mynyon to wayt vppon a[10] quene;