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silent sleep had closèd up mine eyes,

My watchful mind did then begin to muse;

A thousand pleasing thoughts did then arise,

That sought by slights their master to abuse.

I saw, O heavenly sight! Fidessa's face,

And fair dame nature blushing to behold it;

Now did she laugh, now wink, now smile apace,

She took me by the hand and fast did hold it;

Sweetly her sweet body did she lay down by me;

"Alas, poor wretch," quoth she, "great is thy sorrow;

But thou shall comfort find if thou wilt try me.

I hope, sir boy, you'll tell me news to-morrow."

With that, away she went, and I did wake withal;

When ah! my honey thoughts were turned to gall.