There shall you see the Nimphs at play, And how the Satires spend the day, (15) The fishes gliding on the sands: Offering their bellies to your hands.
The birds with heauenly tuned throates, Possesse woods Ecchoes with sweet noates,Which to your sences will impart, (20) A musique to enflame the hart.
Vpon the bare and leafe-lesse Oake, The Ring-Doues wooings will prouoke A colder blood then you possesse, To play with me and doo no lesse.
(25) In bowers of Laurell trimly dight, We will out-weare the silent night, While Flora busie is to spread: Her richest treasure on our bed.
Ten thousand Glow-wormes shall attend, (30) And all their sparkling lights shall spend, All to adorne and beautifie: Your lodging with most maiestie.
Then in mine armes will I enclose Lillies faire mixture with the Rose, (35) Whose nice perfections in loues play: Shall tune me to the highest key.
Thus as we passe the welcome night, In sportfull pleasures and delight, The nimble Fairies on the grounds, (40) Shall daunce and sing mellodious sounds.