A Song of a treble and base,
sung by the Gardiners boy and man, to musicke of Instruments, that was readie to second
them in the Arbour.
1
Welcome to this flowrie place,
Faire Goddesse and sole Queene of grace:
All eyes triumph in your sight,
Which through all this emptie space
Casts such glorious beames of light.
2
Paradise were meeter farre
To entertaine so bright a Starre:
But why erres my folly so?
Paradise is where you are:
Heav'n above, and heav'n below.
3
Could our powers and wishes meete,
How well would they your graces greete.
Yet accept of our desire:
Roses, of all flowers most sweete,
Spring out of the silly brier.
