He turnèd up his eyes.

    I ask'd a lithe¹ lady to lie her down：

    Holy and meek²， she cries.

    As soon as I went

    An Angel came：

    He wink'd at the thief，

    And smil'd at the dame³；

    And without one word said

    Had a peach from the tree，

    And still as a maid

    Enjoy'd the lady.