S YMONA likt of Pasquine passing well,
And he did frie as fast with egal flame,
In sorte, as on a time these louers fell
To make a match, of purpose for the same:
With one consent where time and place was set,
This louing couple in a garden met
There ech to other vttered their deuise,
To salue the sores that fancy fixt in brest,
They kist, they colld, thus neither part was nice,
To take the time of both is compted best:
Amid their glee, twas Pasquines hap to spie
A bed of sage, that there was growing by:
Whereof he pluckt a leafe to rubbe his iawes,
And presently fell dead vpon the deede:
The wench exclamde, whose soden crie did cause
The neighbours by to come away with speede:
The man was founde there senselesse as he lay,
And she (boore wench) as captiue borne away
The Crowner sate, the iurie was in place,
Tho witnesse came for triall of the truth,
The Iudge was there: who hearing all the case,
And hauing of the silly mayden ruth,
For pitio pausde, and to the garden went,
To learne the troth, and scan of her intent

Symona straight vnto the border ranne,
Where grew the Sage, and pluckt a lease or twaine,
And therewithall to frote her gummes began,
As one that would bene quit of murther faine:
Lo thus (quoth she) my Lord, did he before,
And thus was all, I sawe him doe no more
And with the word before the Iudge his face,
The giltlesse maide fell groueling on the ground,
And there she died before them all in place,
And then the cause of both their banes was found
The tale ensues, which more at large doth tell,
Both of their lones, and how their deathes befell.