[IIII. Cinthia thy song & chaūting]
Cinthia thy song & chaūting
Cinthia thy song & chaūting, so strāg a flame in gentle harts awaketh,
Cinthia thy song & chaūting, so strāg a flame in gentle harts awaketh,
so strang a flame in gentle harts in gentle harts awaketh, that euery cold desire
wanton Loue maketh, sounds, to thy praise and vaunting, to thy praise and
vaunting, sounds to thy praise, to thy prayse & vaunting, and vaunting, of Sirens
most commended, of Sirens most commended, that with delightfull tunes for praise cōtended,
for whē thou sweetly soundest, yu neither kilst nor woūdest, thou neither
kilst, nor woūdest, but doost reuiue a nomber of bodyes buryed, in perpetuall
slomber, in perpetuall slomber, in perpetuall slomber.