I, going on, beheld not who was nigh, When a sweet girl looked up into my face With earnest eyes, most maidenly sedate Looked up to me, as I to him did look: 'Twas much to me whom sometimes men mistook.

Now this way I did be, as I have told; and the Maid to be quietly naughty in perverseness, as also I have set out; yet to have a strict mind to her duties, and to go now wondrous sedate upon the journey; yet alway apart.