And all for love of men."
Saith he, "Yet are you too unkind
If in your heart you cannot find
To love us now and then.

"And I to thee will be as kind
As Colin was to Rosalind
Of courtesy the flower."
"Then will I be as true," quoth she,
"As ever maiden yet might be
Unto her paramour."

With that she bent her snow-white knee
Down by the shepherd kneeled she,
And him she sweetly kist.
With that the shepherd whooped for joy.
Quoth he, "There's never shepherd's boy
That ever was so blist."



NYMPHIDIA, THE COURT OF FAIRY
By MICHAEL DRAYTON.



Old Chaucer doth of Topas tell,
Mad Rabelais of Pantagruel,
A later third of Dowsabel
With such poor trifles playing;