(Knees on ground he then did stay)
That not I, but since I prove you,
Time and place from me nere move you.
14 Never season was more fit,
Never roome more apt for it:
Smiling aire allowes my reason:
These birds sing; now use the season.
15 This small winde which so sweete is,
See how it the leaves doth kis:
Each tree in his best attyring,