| |
|
My loue is
now awake out of her dreame,
and her fayre eyes like
stars that dimmed were
With darksome cloud, now shew
theyr goodly beams
More bright then Hesperus his
head doth rere.
Come now ye damzels, daughters of
delight,
Helpe quickly her to dight,
But first
come ye fayre houres which were begot
In loues sweet
paradice, of Day and Night,
Which doe the seasons of
the yeare allot,
And al that euer in this world is
fayre
Doe make and still repayre.
And ye three
handmayds of the Cyprian Queene,
The which doe still
adorne her beauties pride,
Helpe to addorne my
beautifullest bride
And as ye her array, still throw
betweene
Some graces to be seene,
And as ye vse
to Venus, to her sing,
The whiles the woods shal
answer & your eccho ring
|
|
|
