Thomas Watson - "I saw the object of my pining thought" lyrics

I saw the object of my pining thought Within a garden of sweet nature's placing, Wherein an arbor, artificial wrought By workman's wondrous sk**, the garden gracing, Did boast his glory, glory far renowned, For in his shady boughs my mistress slept; And with a garland of his branches crowned, Her dainty forehead from the sun ykept. Imperious love upon her eyelids tending, Playing his wanton sports at every beck And into every finest limb descending From eyes to lips, from lips to ivory neck, And every limb supplied, and t'every part Had free access, but durst not touch her heart.