Good night, good repose o good swines!

Now, unto thy blanket good night!
Whilst that this shadow, o me swine lord,
Doth such substance give
For I, me lord,
Locked hereth in me own chamber,
Thus far from the chamber where thou liest.
When in dead night, retire we upon solitary
Me shade, o noble swine,
Shalt hold thee till it be fair morrow
For thou mayst see daylight,
Which lead thee forth, o brave swine,
Unto me sweet kiss, the golden sun gives not.