On his play,
A fair and coaxing knight:
“O little liege!” said he,
“Thy sister bids thee come
After me.
“A pasture rolling west
Lies open to the sun,
Bright-shod with primroses
Doth it run;
And forty oaks be nigh,
On his play,
A fair and coaxing knight:
“O little liege!” said he,
“Thy sister bids thee come
After me.
“A pasture rolling west
Lies open to the sun,
Bright-shod with primroses
Doth it run;
And forty oaks be nigh,