[XXIII. Is not that my fancies Queene]
Is not that my fancies Queene, in the brightnesse
of her rayes
Is not that my fancies Queene, in the brightnesse
of her rayes, Passing Summers cheerest dayes? That comes
tripping, tripping, tripping, comes tripping, tripping, tripping, that comes
tripping ore the Greene? It is my Loue,
tis my loue, tis my loue, it is my loue, And thus, and thus we
meete, And thus, and thus we greete, Happier then the Gods aboue, the
Gods aboue, Meeting may wee loue for euer, Euer loue, euer loue, euer loue,
and neuer, neuer seuer, and neuer, neuer seuer, and neuer, neuer, neuer seuer.