sharpe winters breath?
_Perkin._ She hath robd nature of her skill,
And comforts all things with her breath:

_Motto._ Why slide these brookes so slow away,
As swift as the wild Roe that were,
_Perkin._ O muse not shepheard that they stay,
When they her heauenly voice do heare. 20

_Motto._ From whence com all these goodly swayns
And lonely nimphs attir'd in greene,
_Perkin._ From gathering garlands on the playnes,
To crowne thy _Siluia_ shepheards queen.

_Motto._ The sun that lights this world below,
Flocks, Brooks and flowers, can witnesse bear,
_Perkin._ These shepheards, and these nymphs do know,
Thy _Syluia_ is as chast, as fayre.

_From Eclogue ix_

_Rowland._ Of her pure eyes (that now is seen)
_Chorus._ Help vs to sing that be her faithful swains
_Row:_ O she alone the shepheards Queen,
_Cho:_ Her Flocke that leades,
The goddesse of these medes,
These mountaines and these plaines.

_Row:_ Those eyes of hers that are more cleere,
_Cho:_ Then silly shepheards can in song expresse,
_Row:_ Then be his beams that rule the yeare,
_Cho:_ Fy on that prayse, 10
In striuing things to rayse:
That doth but make them lesse.

_Row:_ That doe the flowery spring prolong,
_Cho:_ So much the earth doth in her presence ioy,
_Row:_ And keeps the plenteous summer young:
_Cho:_ And doth asswage
The wrathfull winters rage
That would our flocks destroy.

_Row:_ _Ioue_ saw her brest that naked lay,
_Cho:_ A sight alone was fit for _Ioue_ to see: 20
_Row:_ And swore it was the milkie way,
_Cho:_ Of all most pure,
The path (we vs assure)
Vnto _Ioues_ court to be.

_Row:_ He saw her tresses hanging downe.
_Cho:_ That too and fro were mooued with the ayre,
_Row:_ And sayd that _Ariadnes_ crowne,
_Cho:_ With those compar'd:
The gods should not regard
Nor _Berenices_ hayre. 30

_Row:_ When she hath watch'd my flockes by night,
_Cho:_ O happie were the flockes that she did keepe: