OFPOSTO DI ME PENSI DI TE 



Whilom ther was in a smal village, 



As myn autor make the rehersayle, 



A chorle, whiche hadde lust and a grete corage 



Within hymself, be diligent travayle 



To array his gardeyn with notable apparayle, 



Of lengthe and brede yelicke square and longe, 



Hegged and dyked to make it sure and stronge. 



Alle the aleis were made playne with sond, 

 The benches turned with newe turves grene, 

 Sote herbers, with condite at the honde, 

 That welled up agayne the sonne schene, 

 Lyke silver stremes as any cristalle clene 

 The burbly waives is up boyling, 

 Round as byralle ther beamys out shynge. 



JOHN LYDGATE. 

 The Chorl and the Birde. 



To the gay gardins his unstaid desire 

 Him wholly carried, to refresh his sprights: 

 There lavish Nature, in her best attire, 

 Powers forth sweete odors and alluring sights; 



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