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The Nimphes meeting their May Queene, entertaine her with this Dittie.
With fragrant flowers we strew the way,
And make this our cheefe holy-day.
For though this clime were blest of yore:
Yet was it neuer proud before.
O beauteous Queene of second Troy:
Accept of our vnfayned ioy.
And make this our cheefe holy-day.
For though this clime were blest of yore:
Yet was it neuer proud before.
O beauteous Queene of second Troy:
Accept of our vnfayned ioy.
Now th'Ayre is sweeter then sweet Balme,
And Satires daunce about the Palme,
Now earth with verdure newly dight,
Giues perfect signes of her delight.
O beauteous Queene, &c.
And Satires daunce about the Palme,
Now earth with verdure newly dight,
Giues perfect signes of her delight.
O beauteous Queene, &c.
Now birds record new harmonie,
And trees doo whistle melodie,
Now euery thing that Nature breedes,
Dooth clad it selfe in pleasant weedes.
O beauteous Queene, &c.
And trees doo whistle melodie,
Now euery thing that Nature breedes,
Dooth clad it selfe in pleasant weedes.
O beauteous Queene, &c.
FINIS.
Tho. Watson.
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