¶ Another of the same. +
H Appy Shepheards sit and see, with ioy, The peerelesse wight: For whose sake Pan keepes from ye (5) annoy, And giues delight. Blessing this pleasant Spring, Her praises must I sing. List you Swaines, list to me: (10) The whiles your Flocks feeding be.
First her brow a beauteous Globe I deeme, And golden haire; And her cheeke Auroraes roabe, +(15) doth seeme, But farre more faire. Her eyes like starres are bright. And dazle with their light, Rubies her lips to see, (20) But to taste, Nectar they be.