[XXI. Downe in a valley]
Downe in a valley, as Alexis trips
Downe in a valley, as Alexis trips,
Daphne sat sweetly sleeping, sat sleeping, Soone as the
wanton toucht her ruddy lips, she nicely fell a weeping,
The wag full softly lifts her, And too and fro hee sifts her,
But when nor sighes nor kisses mou'd her pitty, nor sighes could moue her pitty, nor
teares could moue her pitty, With plaints he warbles
forth, he warbles forth this mournfull ditty. But when nor sighes (ah) nor kisses mou'd
her pitty, nor sighs could moue her pitty, nor teares could moue her pitty,
with plaints he warbles forth, he warbles forth, this mournful ditty.
