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BRing with
you all the Nymphes that you can heare
both of the
riuers and the forrests greene:
And of the sea that
neighbours to her neare,
Al with gay girlands goodly
wel beseene.
And let them also with them bring in
hand,
Another gay girland
For my fayre loue of
lillyes and of roses,
Bound trueloue wize with a
blew silke riband.
And let them make great store of
bridale poses,
And let them eeke bring store of
other flowers
To deck the bridale bowers.
And
let the ground whereas her foot shall tread,
For
feare the stones her tender foot should wrong
Be
strewed with fragrant flowers all along,
And diapred
lyke the discolored mead.
Which done, doe at her
chamber dore awayt,
For she will waken strayt,
The while doe ye this song vnto her sing,
The woods
shall to you answer and your Eccho ring.
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