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An Aire of a Canzo composed in honour of the most illustrious Princesse, the Lady Elizabeth, &c.

[1]

You meaner beauties of the night,
Which poorely satisfie mens eyes,
More with your number then your light,
You common people of the skies,
What are you? when Moone doth rise?

Chorus.

What are you? what are you?
What are you, when Moone doth rise?
When Moone doth rise? what are you?

2

You Violets, which first appeare,
By those your purple mantles knowne,
Much like proud Virgins of the yeare,
As if the Spring were all your owne,
What are you when Rose is blowne?

3

You wandring chanters of the Wood,
Who fill the eares with Natures layes,
Thinking your passions vnderstood,
By weaker accents, What's your praise
When Philomel her voice doth raise?

4

So when my Princesse shall be seene,
In sweetnesse of her lookes and minde,
By vertue first, then choyse a Queene,
O tell if she were not dessign'd,
Th'Eclipse and glory of her kinde?