| 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 entic'd mine eye To see what was forbidden: But better memory said, fie! So vain desire was chidden. Hey nonny, nonny, |&c.| 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 sometime fall a-weeping, So I awak'd, as wise this while As when I fell a-sleeping. Hey nonny, nonny, |&c.| Anthony Munday Anthony Munday and Civic Culture: Theatre, History and Power in Early Modern London 1580-1633  How this work makes me feel: like taking a nap and going into a lucid dream. and staying there lol. |
