91.
For on a time, when as Aurora bright
Began to scale heau’n’s steepie battlement,
And to the world disclose her cheerefull light,
As was my wont, I with my keeper went
To put away my sorrowe’s discontent:
Thereby to ease me of my captiue care,
And solace my sad thoughts in th’open aire.
92.
Wandring through forrest wide, at length we gaine