One day, ô ten times happie was that day,

Emaricdulf
was in her garden walking,
Where
Floras
imps ioy'd with her feete to play,
And I to see them thitherward ran stalking,
Behind the hedge (not daring to be seene)
I saw the sweet sent Roses blush for shame,
The Violets stain'd, and pale the Lillies beene:
Whereat to smile my Ladie had good game.
Sometimes she pleasde to sport vpon the grasse,
That chang'd his hew to see her heauenly presence:
But when she was imasked, then (alas)
They as my selfe wail'd for her beauties absence:
They mourn'd for that their mistris went away,
And I for end of such a blessed day.