By Saint Mary, my lady,

Your mammy and your daddy

Brought forth a goodly baby!

My maiden Isabell,—

Reflaring[43] rosabell,

The flagrant camamell,

The ruddy rosary,

The sovereign rosemary,

The pretty strawberry,

The columbine, the nepte,[44]

The ieloffer[45] well set,

The proper violet,

Ennewèd, your colour

Is like the daisy flower

After the April shower!

Star of the morrow gray,

The blossom on the spray,

The freshest flower of May;

Maidenly demure,

Of womanhood the lure,

Wherefore I make you sure:

It were an heavenly health,

It were an endless wealth,

A life for God himself,

To hear this nightingale,

Among the birdės smale,

Warbling in the vale:—

Dug, dug,

Iug, iug,

Good year and good luck,

With chuk, chuk, chuk, chuk!

John Skelton

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She is so proper and so pure,

Full stedfast, stabill and demure,

There is none such, ye may be sure,

As my swete sweting.

In all thys world, as thynketh me,

Is none so plesaunt to my e'e,

That I am glad soo ofte to see,

As my swete swetyng.