Also, Reynardine...

One evening as I rambled among the springing thyme
I overheard a young woman conversing with Reynardine.

Her hair was black, her eyes were blue and her mouth was red as wine.
And he smiled as he looked upon them, did this sly bold Reynardine.

She said, "Young man, be civil and me company forsake.
For to me good opinion I fear you are a rake."

He said, "Me dear, I am no rake brought up in Venus' train.
But I'm searching for concealment all from the judge's men."

Her cherry cheek and ruby lip, they lost their former dye.
And she fell into his arms there all on the mountain high.

They hadn't kissed but once or twice till she come to again.
And modestly she asked him pray tell to me your name.

He says, "If by chance you look for me, by chance you'll not me find.
But I'll be in my castle, enquire for Reynardine."

Day and night she followed him, his teeth so bright did shine.
And he led her over the mountain, did this sly bold Reynardine.