(15) So if my Spring had any flowers before: Your breathes Fauonius hath encreast the store.
FINIS. E. B.
¶ A Nimphs disdaine of Loue. +
H Ey downe a downe did Dian sing, amongst her Virgins sitting: Then loue there is no vainer thing, for Maydens most vnfitting, (5) And so thinke I, with a downe downe derrie.
When women knew no woe, but liu’d them-selues to please: Mens fayning guiles they did not know, the ground of their disease. (10) Vnborne was false suspect, no thought of iealousie: From wanton toyes and fond affect, the Virgins life was free. Hey downe a downe did Dian sing, &c.