First Line: SWEET BRIDGET BLUSHT, & THEREWITHALL Last Line: AS BLOSSOMES OF THE ALMOND TREE.
Sweet Bridget blusht, & therewithall, Fresh blossoms from her cheekes did fall. I thought at first 'twas but a dream, Till after I had handled them; And smelt them, then they smelt to me, As Blossomes of the Almond Tree.
