When Astrophel so ever was away.
For he could pipe, and dance, and carol sweet;
Emongst the shepherds in their shearing feast:
As summer's lark that with her song doth greet
The dawning day, forth coming from the East.
And lays of love he also would compose.
Thrice happy she! whom he to praise did choose.
Full many maidens often did him woo,
Them to vouchsafe, emongst his rhymes to name: