On Six Cambridge Lasses Bathing Themselves

When bashfull daylight now was gone
  And night, that hides a blush, came on.
  Sixe Pretty Nymphes to wash away
  The sweatinge of a Summers daye
  In Chams fair streames did gently swim
  And naked bathd each curious limbe.
  O Who had this blist sight but seene
  Would thinke they all had Cl(oe)lias beene.
  A Scholer that a walke did take
 Perchance for Meditation sake.
 This blessed Obiect chan'cd to find
 Straight all thinges else went out of mind
 No Studyes better in this life
 For Practicke or Contemplatiue:
 Who thought Poore soule these hee had seene,
 Fair Dian and her Nymphes had beene.
 And therefore thought in piteous feare
 Act(ae)ons fortune was too neere.
 Or that the Water Nymphes they were
 Together met to sport 'um there
 And that to him such loue they bore
 As to Iolas once before.
 What could hee thinke but that his eye
 Sixe Venusses at once did spie
 Rise from the waues, or that perchaunce
 FreshWater Syrens came to dance
 Vpon our streames, with songes and lookes
 To tempt Poore Scholers from their bookes.
 Hee cannot thinke they Graces are
 Vnlesse their number doubled were.
 Nor can hee thinke they muses bee
 Bicause alasse they wanted three.
 I should haue rather guess'd that here
 Another brood of Helens were
 Begot by Ioue upon |y+e+| playnes
 Watchd by some L{ae}da of the Swans.
 The maydes betrayd were in a fright
 And blush'd (but twas not seene ith night.)
 At last all by |y+e+| banke did stand
 And hee, good harte lent them his hand.
 Where twas his blisse to feele all ore
 Soft Paps, smooth thighes and somethinge more.
 But Enuious Night masqued from his eyes
 The place where loue and pleasure lyes.
 Guesse Louers guesse, o you |y+t+| dare
 What then might bee this Scholers praier
 That hee were but a Cat to spye
 Or had but now Tyberius eyes.
 Yet since this hope was all in Vaine
 Hee helpes 'um don there cloths agayne.
 Makes Promise thye shall none bee shent
 So with them to the Tauerne went.
 Where how hee then might sport or play
 Pardon mee Muse I must not say
 Guesse you that haue a mind to knowe
 Whither hee were a Foole of no.