Hir ratling silkes my sences doe confound[°].
"Oh, I am rauisht: voide the chamber streight[°];
For I must neede's upon hir[°] with my weight."
"My Tomalin," quoth shee, and then she smilde[°].
"I, I," quoth I, "soe more men are beguild[°]
With smiles, with flatt'ring wordes, and fained cheere[°],
When in their deedes their falsehood doeth appeare[°]."
"As how, my lambkin," blushing, she replide[°],
"Because I in this dancing[°] schoole abide?
If that it be, that breede's this[°] discontent,