Iii

He feedes upon° the cooling shade, and bayes His sweatie forehead in the breathing wind, Which through the trembling leaves full gently playes, Wherein the cherefull birds of sundry kind Do chaunt sweet musick, to delight his mind: The Witch approaching gan him fairely greet, And with reproch of carelesnesse unkind Upbrayd, for leaving her in place unmeet, With fowle words tempring faire, soure gall with hony sweet.