ON SIXE CAMBRIDGE LASSES BATHINGE THEMSELFES BY QUEENES COLLEDGE ON THE 25TH OF JUNE AT NIGHT AND ESPIED BY A SCHOLER
When bashfull daylight now was gone
And night, that hides a blush, came on.
Sixe Pretty Nymphes to wash away
The sweatinge of a Summers daye
In Chams fair streames did gently swim
And naked bathd each curious limbe.
O Who had this blist sight but seene
Would thinke they all had Clœlia=s beene.
A Scholer that a walke did take
Perchance for Meditation sake.
This blessed Obiect chan'cd to find
Straight all thinges else went out of mind
No Studye=s better in this life
For Practicke or Contemplatiue:
Who thought Poore soule these hee had seene,
Fair Dian and her Nymphes had beene.
And therefore thought in piteous feare
Actæons fortune was too neere.
Or that the Water=Nymphes they were
Together met to sport 'um there
And that to him such loue they bore
As to Iolas once before.
What could hee thinke but that his eye
Sixe Venusses at once did spie
Rise from the waues, or that perchaunce
Fresh=Water Syrens came to dance
Vpon our streames, with songes and lookes
To tempt Poore Scholers from their bookes.
Hee cannot thinke they Graces are
Vnlesse their number doubled were.
Nor can hee thinke they muses bee
Bicause alasse they wanted three.
I should haue rather guess'd that here
Another brood of Helens were
Begot by Ioue upon ye playnes
Watchd by some Læda of the Swans.
The maydes betrayd were in a fright
And blush'd (but twas not seene ith night.)
At last all by ye banke did stand
And hee, good harte lent them his hand.
Where twas his blisse to feele all ore
Soft Paps, smooth thighes and somethinge more.
But Enuious Night masqued from his eyes
The place where loue and pleasure lyes.
Guesse Louers guesse, o you yt dare
What then might bee this Scholers praier
That hee were but a Cat to spye
Or had but now Tyberius eyes.
Yet since this hope was all in Vaine
Hee helpes 'um don there cloths agayne.
Makes Promise thye shall none bee shent
So with them to the Tauerne went.
Where how hee then might sport or play
Pardon mee Muse I must not say
Guesse you that haue a mind to knowe
Whither hee were a Foole of no./
When bashfull daylight now was gone
And night, that hides a blush, came on.
Sixe Pretty Nymphes to wash away
The sweatinge of a Summers daye
In Chams fair streames did gently swim
And naked bathd each curious limbe.
O Who had this blist sight but seene
Would thinke they all had Clœlia=s beene.
A Scholer that a walke did take
Perchance for Meditation sake.
This blessed Obiect chan'cd to find
Straight all thinges else went out of mind
No Studye=s better in this life
For Practicke or Contemplatiue:
Who thought Poore soule these hee had seene,
Fair Dian and her Nymphes had beene.
And therefore thought in piteous feare
Actæons fortune was too neere.
Or that the Water=Nymphes they were
Together met to sport 'um there
And that to him such loue they bore
As to Iolas once before.
What could hee thinke but that his eye
Sixe Venusses at once did spie
Rise from the waues, or that perchaunce
Fresh=Water Syrens came to dance
Vpon our streames, with songes and lookes
To tempt Poore Scholers from their bookes.
Hee cannot thinke they Graces are
Vnlesse their number doubled were.
Nor can hee thinke they muses bee
Bicause alasse they wanted three.
I should haue rather guess'd that here
Another brood of Helens were
Begot by Ioue upon ye playnes
Watchd by some Læda of the Swans.
The maydes betrayd were in a fright
And blush'd (but twas not seene ith night.)
At last all by ye banke did stand
And hee, good harte lent them his hand.
Where twas his blisse to feele all ore
Soft Paps, smooth thighes and somethinge more.
But Enuious Night masqued from his eyes
The place where loue and pleasure lyes.
Guesse Louers guesse, o you yt dare
What then might bee this Scholers praier
That hee were but a Cat to spye
Or had but now Tyberius eyes.
Yet since this hope was all in Vaine
Hee helpes 'um don there cloths agayne.
Makes Promise thye shall none bee shent
So with them to the Tauerne went.
Where how hee then might sport or play
Pardon mee Muse I must not say
Guesse you that haue a mind to knowe
Whither hee were a Foole of no./