A Baron all cover’d with jewels and gold,
Arriv’d at Fair Imogine’s door,
His treasure, his presents, his spacious domain,
Soon made her untrue to her vows;
He dazzled her eyes, he bewilder’d her brain,
He caught her affections, so light and so vain,
And carried her home as his spouse.
And now had the marriage been blest by the priest,
The revelry now was begun;
The tables they groan’d with the weight of the feast: