I laid me down upon a pillow soft,
And dream'd I clypt and kissed my mistress oft.
She cried, Fie fie, away, you are too bold.
I pray'd her be content, though she were cold;
My veins did burn with flames of hot desire,
And must not leave till she had quench'd my fire.
Squire Adam had two wives, they say,
Two wives had he, for his delight,
He kissed and clypt them all the day.
And clypt and kissed them all the night.