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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.