O stay, sweet love; see here the place of sporting;
  These gentle flowers smile sweetly to invite us,
And chirping birds are hitherward resorting,
  Warbling sweet notes only to delight us:
Then stay, dear love, for, tho' thou run from me,
Run ne'er so fast, yet I will follow thee.

I thought, my love, that I should overtake you;
  Sweet heart, sit down under this shadow'd tree,
And I will promise never to forsake you,
  So you will grant to me a lover's fee.
Whereat she smiled, and kindly to me said -
I never meant to live and die a maid.