Twisting an _Anadem_,
Wherewith to Crowne her,
As it belong'd to them
Most to renowne her.
Cho. _On thy Bancke,
In a Rancke,
Let the Swanes sing her,
And with their Musick, 180
Along let them bring her._

_Tagus_ and _Pactolus_
Are to thee Debter,
Nor for their gould to vs
Are they the better:
Henceforth of all the rest,
Be thou the Riuer,
Which as the daintiest,
Puts them downe euer,
For as my precious one, 190
O'r thee doth trauell,
She to Pearl Parragon
Turneth thy grauell.
Cho. _On thy Bancke,
In a Rancke,
Let thy Swanns sing her,
And with their Musicke,
Along let them bring her._

Our mournefull _Philomell_,
That rarest Tuner, 200
Henceforth in _Aperill_
Shall wake the sooner,
And to her shall complaine
From the thicke Couer,
Redoubling euery straine
Ouer and ouer:
For when my Loue too long
Her Chamber keepeth;
As though it suffered wrong,
The Morning weepeth. 210
Cho. _On thy Bancke,
In a Rancke,
Let thy Swanes sing her,
And with their Musick,
Along let them bring her._

Oft have I seene the Sunne
To doe her honour.
Fix himselfe at his noone,
To look vpon her,
And hath guilt euery Groue, 220
Euery Hill neare her,
With his flames from aboue,
Striuing to cheere her,
And when shee from his sight
Hath her selfe turned,
He as it had beene night,
In Cloudes hath mourned.
Cho. _On thy Bancke,
In a Rancke,
Let thy Swanns sing her, 230
And with their Musicke,
Along let them bring her._

The Verdant Meades are seene,
When she doth view them,
In fresh and gallant Greene,
Straight to renewe them,