As I laye a-wakynge, 'twas soe she seemed to say--
"Whatte and if it alle bee feynynge?
There be better thynges than gaynynge,
Better pryzes than attaynynge."
And 'twas truthe she seemed to saye.
Whyles the dawne was breakynge, I rode upon my waye.
Q. (Oxford Magazine.)