The Lively Lark

The lively lark stretched forth her wingThe messenger of Morning bright;And with her cheerful voice did singThe Day's approach, discharging Night;When that Aurora blushing red,Descried the guilt of Thetis' bed.Laradon tan tan, Tedriton teight

I went abroad to take the air,And in the meads I met a knight,Clad in carnation colour fair;I did salute this gentle wight:Of him I did his name inquire,He sighed and said it was Desire.Laradon tan tan, Tedriton teight

Desire I did desire to stay;And while with him I cravèd talk,The courteous knight said me no nay,But hand in hand with me did walk;Then of Desire I ask'd again,What things did please and what did pain.Laradon tan tan

He smiled and thus he answered then:Desire can have no greater pain,Than for to see another man,The things desired to attain;Nor greater joy can be than this:That to enjoy that others miss.Laridon tan tan