Without and in their courtly bowrs.
One vow they made religiously,
And were of one societie;
And onely was their impacie[7]
The forme of eithers phantasie.[8]
Now did a timely gentle gale
A little whisper through the dale,
Where was a place of festivale,
With verdant grasse adorned all.
And in that meade-prowd-making grasse,