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A great content by great contempt is gayned,
And you deuoid of sadnes,
Ring forth faire Nymphes, your ioyfull songs for gladnes.
Who can make vs to chaunge our firme desires,
And soule to leaue her strong determination,
And make vs freeze in Ise, and melt in fires,
And nycest harts to loue with emulation:
Who rids vs from vexation,
And all our minds commaundeth?
But great Felicia, that his might with standeth
That fild our harts with sadnes,
Ring forth faire Nymphes, your ioyfull songs for gladnes.
Your fields with their distilling fauours cumber
(Bridegroome and happie Bride) each heauenly power
Your flockes, with double lambes increas’d in number,
May neuer taste vnsauourie grasse and sower:
The winters frost and shower
Your kids (your pretie pleasure)
May neuer hurt, and blest with so much treasure,
To driue away all sadnes,
Ring forth faire Nymphes, your ioyfull songs for gladnes.
Of that sweete ioy delight you with such measure,
Betweene you both faire issue to ingender:
Longer then Nestor may you liue in pleasure:
The Gods to you such sweete content surrender,
That may make milde and tender
The beasts in euerie mountaine,
And glad the fields and woods and euerie fountaine,
Ab•uring former sadnes,
Ring forth faire Nymphes, your ioyfull songs for galdnes.
Let amorous birds with sweetest notes delight you,
Let gentle winds refresh you with their blowing,
Let fields and forrests with their goods requite you,
And Flora decke the ground where you are going:
Roses, and vilets strowing,
The Iasmine and the Gilloflower
With many more: and neuer in your bower
To taste of houshold sadnes,
Ring forth faire Nymphes, your ioyfull songs for gladnes.
Concord and peace hold you for aye contented,
And in your ioyfull state liue yee so quiet,
That with the plague of iealousie tormented
Ye may not be, nor fed with Fortunes dyet:
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