And in this slepe / me thought I dyde repayre
My selfe alone / in to a garden fayre
This goodly gardyn / I dyde well beholde
Where I sawe a place / ryght gaye and gloryous
With golden turrettes / paynted many afolde
Lyke a place of pleasure moste solacyous
The wyndowes glased / with crystall precyous
The golden fanes / with wynde and melody
By dulcet sounde / and meruaylous armony
The knottes flagraunt / with aromatyke odoure