XVII.
[Diaphenia like the Dafdowndillie]
[1]
Diaphenia
like the Dafdowndillie,
White as the Sunne, faire as the Lillie,
Heigh ho, heigh ho, how I doe loue thee:
I doe loue thee as my Lambs,
Are beloued of their dambs,
How blest were I if thou wouldst proue mee. I
2
Diaphenia like the spreading Roses,
That in thy sweetes, all sweetes incloses,
Faire sweete how I doe loue thee?
I doe loue thee as each flower,
Loues the Sunnes life giuing power,
For dead, thy breath to life might moue mee.
3
Diaphenia like to all things blessed,
When all thy praises are expressed,
Deare ioy, how I doe loue thee?
As the birds doe loue the spring,
Or the Bees their carefull king,
Then in requite, sweete virgin loue mee.
