In summer's heat, and mid-time of the day, To rest my limbs upon a bed I lay.
One window shut, the other open stood, Which gave such light as twinkles in a wood,
Like twilight glimpse at setting of the sun, All night being past, and yet no day begun.
Such light to shame-faced maidens must be shown, Where they may sport, and seem to be
unknown.
Then came Corrina in a long loose gown, Her white neck hid with tresses hanging down,
Resembling fair semi-remies going to bed, Lies of a thousand woes spared.
I snatched her gown, being thin, the harm was small, Yet strived she to be covered there
with wool, And striving thus as one that would be cost,
Betrayed herself, and healed it at the last.
Fuck naked, as she stood before mine eye, Not one well in her body could I spy.
What arms and shoulders did I touch and see, How apt her breasts were to be pressed by
me, How smooth a belly under her waist so I,
How large a leg, and what a luscious thigh.
To leave the rest, all liked me passing well, A-cling her naked body, down she fell.
Judge you the rest, being tired, shabat me kiss,
Jove, some be more such apt at noise as this.
