Anthony Munday (1553–1633)

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,

And fond imagination

Seemèd to see, but could not tell,

Her feature or her fashion:

But ev’n as babes in dreams do smile,

And sometimes fall a-weeping,

So I awaked as wise that while

As when I feel a-sleeping.