Beauty Sat Bathing by a Spring. 
By Munday, Anthony. 


Beauty sat bathing by a spring,
Where fairest shades did hide her.
The winds blew calm, the birds did sing,
The cool streams ran beside her.
My wanton thoughts enticed mine eye
To see what was forbidden:
But better memory said "Fie!"
So vain desire was chidden.
Hey nonny, nonny O!
Hey nonny, nonny!

Into a slumber then I fell,
When fond imagination
Seemed to see, but could not tell,
Her feature or her fashion.
But even as babes in dreams do smile,
And sometimes fall a-weeping,
So I awaked, as wise this while,
As when I fell a-sleeping.
Hey nonny, nonny O!
Hey nonny, nonny!