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Stigelius in Sylua.

A monke there was who in a night did beare,

Per lunam monachus gradu citato, &c.


By Moone-shine light a Leman to his bed,
Vnder his gowne, and no suspect did feare,
He thought she was so closely couered.
By chance a Frier meets him in the way,
Whose iealous eyes discries the wenches feete,
He to the Monke in merrinesse did say,
What load is that which makes you so to sweat?
He answers, tis a saddle I did borrow,
From one of my acquaintance dwels hard by,
For I must ride a little way to morrow,
Of some reports the certaintie to trie.
The Frier hearing what a fine excuse
The youth had forg'd, streight replies againe,
A little of my counsell prethie vse
Before thou go'st, it shall not be in vaine.
Let no man see what carriage you haue there,
Nor know what furniture you do prouide,
Lest some of your companions do prepare
Themselues with you vpon your mare to ride.