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Damelus Song to his Diaphenia.
Diaphenia
like the Daffadown-dillie,
White as the Sunne, faire as the Lillie,
heigh hoe, how I doo loue thee?
I doo loue thee as my Lambs
Are beloued of their Dams,
how blest were I if thou would'st prooue me?
White as the Sunne, faire as the Lillie,
heigh hoe, how I doo loue thee?
I doo loue thee as my Lambs
Are beloued of their Dams,
how blest were I if thou would'st prooue me?
Diaphenia like the spreading Roses,
That in thy sweetes all sweetes incloses,
faire sweete how I doo loue thee?
I doo loue thee as each flower,
Loues the Sunnes life-giuing power.
for dead, thy breath to life might mooue me.
That in thy sweetes all sweetes incloses,
faire sweete how I doo loue thee?
I doo loue thee as each flower,
Loues the Sunnes life-giuing power.
for dead, thy breath to life might mooue me.
Diaphenia like to all things blessed,
When all thy praises are expressed,
deare lov how I doo loue thee?
As the birds doo loue the Spring:
Or the Bees their carefull King,
then in requite, sweet Virgin loue me.
When all thy praises are expressed,
deare lov how I doo loue thee?
As the birds doo loue the Spring:
Or the Bees their carefull King,
then in requite, sweet Virgin loue me.
FINIS.
H. C.
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