When bashfull daylight now was gone
    And night, that hides a blush, came on.
    Sixe Pretty Nymphes to wash away
    The sweatinge of a Summers daye
    In Chams fair streames did gently swim
    And naked bathd each curious limbe.
    O Who had this blist sight but seene
    Would thinke they all had Cl{oe}lias beene.
        A Scholer that a walke did take
   Perchance for Meditation sake.
   This blessed Obiect chan'cd to find
   Straight all thinges else went out of mind
   No Studyes better in this life
   For Practicke or Contemplatiue:
   Who thought Poore soule these hee had seene,
   Fair Dian and her Nymphes had beene.
   And therefore thought in piteous feare
   Act{ae}ons fortune was too neere.
   Or that the WaterNymphes they were
   Together met to sport 'um there
   And that to him such loue they bore
   As to Iolas once before.
       What could hee thinke but that his eye
   Sixe Venusses at once did spie
   Rise from the waues, or that perchaunce
   FreshWater Syrens came to dance
   Vpon our streames, with songes and lookes
   To tempt Poore Scholers from their bookes.
       Hee cannot thinke they Graces are
   Vnlesse their number doubled were.
       Nor can hee thinke they muses bee
   Bicause alasse they wanted three.
       I should haue rather guess'd that here
       Another brood of Helens were
   Begot by Ioue upon |y+e+| playnes
   Watchd by some L{ae}da of the Swans.
   The maydes betrayd were in a fright
   And blush'd (but twas not seene ith night.)
   At last all by |y+e+| banke did stand
   And hee, good harte lent them his hand.
       Where twas his blisse to feele all ore
   Soft Paps, smooth thighes and somethinge more.
   But Enuious Night masqued from his eyes
   The place where loue and pleasure lyes.
       Guesse Louers guesse, o you |y+t+| dare
   What then might bee this Scholers praier
   That hee were but a Cat to spye
   Or had but now Tyberius eyes.
       Yet since this hope was all in Vaine
   Hee helpes 'um don there cloths agayne.
   Makes Promise thye shall none bee shent
   So with them to the Tauerne went.
       Where how hee then might sport or play
       Pardon mee Muse I must not say
       Guesse you that haue a mind to knowe
   Whither hee were a Foole of no.
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