[X. Happy streames whose trembling fall]
Happy streames whose trembling fall
Happy streames whose trembling fall, with still murmure softly glyding, Happy Birds whose chirping call,
with sweet melody delighting, Hath mou'd her flintie and
relentlesse hart, to listen to your harmony, your harmony, inchanted with your melody,
your melody, Sing on and carroll forth your glee, sing on, sing on, She graunts you
leaue, her rayes to see, She graunts you leaue, her rayes
to see, Happy were I, were I, happy were I, were I, could loue
but so delight her, But aye alas, my loue doth still despight her. But aye alas,
alas my loue doth still despight her.
