It fell on a sommers day
While sweete Bessie sleeping laie
In her bowre on her bed
Light with curtaines shadowed;
Jamy came shee him spies
Opning halfe her heavie eies.

Jamy stole in through the dore
She lay slumbring as before;
Softly to her he drew neere
She heard him yet would not heare;
Bessie vow`d not to speake
He resolv`d that dumpe to breake.

First a soft kisse he doth take
She lay still and would not wake;
Then his hands learn`d to woo
She dreamp`t not what he would doo
But still slept while he smild
To see love by sleepe beguild.

Jamy then began to play
Bessie as one buried lay
Gladly still through this sleight
Deceiv`d in her owne deceit;
And since this traunce begoon
She sleepes ev`rie afternoone.