[VII. Calme was the aire]
Calme was the aire, and cleere the skye
Calme was the aire, and cleere the skye, Faire Oriana
passing by, Ouer the downes to Ida plains Wher heau'n born
sisters with their traines, Did all attend hir sacred beauty, Striuing to excell in duty,
Satirs and Nimphs dauncing together, Shepherds triumphing
flocking thether, Seeing their sou'raigne mistris ther, That
kept their flocks & them from feare, With
hie strayn'd voice, & harts reioyce. Thus sang the sheperds &
Nimphs of Diana, Long liue faire Oriana.
