Why, now I find how I did loose myself,
And wander[1910] up and down, mistaking so.
Give me thy hand, Mall: I will never leave
Till I have made your mothers friends againe, 120
And purchast to ye both your hearts delight,
And for this same one bad many a good night.
Twill not be long ere that Aurora will,
Deckt in the glory of a goldon sunne,
Open the christall windowes of the east, 125
To make the earth enamourde of her[1911] face,