The beauty of the garden, and the well 2925 That stood under a laurel always green. Full often time he, Pluto, and his queen Proserpina, and all their faërie, Disported them and madë melody About that well, and danced, as men told. This noble knight, this January old, Such dainty 2926 had in it to walk and play, That he would suffer no wight to bear the key, Save he himself, for of the small wickét He bare always of silver a clikét, 2927 With which, when that him list, he it unshet. 2928 And when that he would pay his wifë’s debt, In summer season, thither would he go, And May his wife, and no wight but they two; And thingës which that were not done in bed, He in the garden them perform’d and sped. And in this wisë many a merry day Lived this January and fresh May,