Her friendës saw that it was no disport To roamë by the sea, but discomfórt, And shope them for to playë somewhere else. They leadë her by rivers and by wells, And eke in other places delectábles; They dancen, and they play at chess and tables. So on a day, right in the morning-tide, Unto a garden that was there beside, In which that they had made their ordinance 3260 Of victual, and of other purveyánce, They go and play them all the longë day: And this was on the sixth morrow of May, Which May had painted with his softë show’rs This garden full of leavës and of flow’rs: And craft of mannë’s hand so curiously Arrayed had this garden truëly, That never was there garden of such price, 3261 But if it were the very Paradise. Th’ odoúr of flowers, and the freshë sight, Would havë maked any heartë light That e’er was born, but if 3262