Various authors, Oxford Book of English Verse 1250-1918 (1940)
“ I have seen them gentle, tame, and meek, That now are wild, and do not once remember That sometime they have put themselves in danger To take bread at my hand, and now they range, Busily seeking with a continual change. Thanked be fortune, it hath been otherwise Twenty times better; but once, in special, In thin array, after a pleasant guise, When her loose gown from her shoulders did fall, And she me caught in her arms long and small, Therewith all sweetly did me kiss, And softly said, 'Dear heart, how like you this?' It was no dream ”
