Now after, now afore, the flattering Dame,
With divers cunning passages doth err,
Still him respecting, that respects not her.
39.
"For that brave Sun, the Father of the Day,
Doth love this Earth, the Mother of the Night,
And like a reveller, in rich array,
Doth dance his Galliard in his leman's sight;
Both back, and forth, and sideways passing light.