Look in a garden-croft when a flower privily growing,
Hid from grazing kine, by ploughshare never y-broken, (40)
Strok'd by the breeze, by the sun nurs'd sturdily, rear'd by
the showers; 50
Many a wistful boy, and maidens many desire it:
Yet if a slender nail hath nipt his bloom to deflour it,
Never a wistful boy, nor maidens any desire it:
Such is a girl untoy'd with as yet, yet lovely to kinsmen; (45)
Once her body profan'd, herflow'r of chastity blighted, 55
Boys no more she delights, nor seems so lovely to maidens;
Hymen O Hymenaeus, O Hymen come Hymenaeus.