Katharine Ogie

As walking forth to view the plain,

Upon a morning early,

While May's sweet scent did cheer my brain,

From flowers which grow so rarely;

I chanced to meet a pretty maid,

She shined, though it was fogie;

I asked her name: Sweet Sir, she said,

My name is Katharine Ogie.

I stood a while, and did admire,

To see a nymph so stately;

So brisk an air there did appear,

In a country maid so neatly.

Such natural sweetness she displayed,

Like a lilie in a bogie,

Diana's self was ne'er arrayed

Like this same Katharine Ogie.

But I fear the gods have not decreed

For me so fine a creature;

Whose beauty rare makes her exceed

All other works in nature.

Clouds of despair surround my love,

That are both dark and fogie;

Pity my case, ye powers above,

Else I die for Katharine Ogie!