2949 Come forth now with thine eyen columbine. 2950 Well fairer be thy breasts than any wine. The garden is enclosed all about; Come forth, my whitë spouse; for, out of doubt, Thou hast me wounded in mine heart, O wife: No spot in thee was e’er in all thy life. Come forth, and let us taken our disport; I choose thee for my wife and my comfórt.” Such oldë lewëd wordës used he. On Damian a signë madë she, That he should go beforë with his cliket. This Damian then hath opened the wicket, And in he start, and that in such mannére That no wight might him either see or hear; And still he sat under a bush. Anon This January, as blind as is a stone, With Maius in his hand, and no wight mo’, Into this freshë garden is y-go, And clapped to the wicket suddenly. “Now, wife,” quoth he, “here is but thou and I; Thou art the creature that I bestë love: For, by that Lord that sits in heav’n above,