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The third muse
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As down the river did we softlie slide,
The banks most sweetly smyld on other side:
To see the flowres our hearts did much rejoice
The banwort, dazie, and the fragrant rose;
Favonius in our faces sweetlie blew
His breath, which did our fainting sprits renew.
Then with Sicilian Muse can we dissemble
Our secret flammes, making our voices tremble;
While as we sweetlie sung kinde Amaryllis,
And did complaine of sowre-sweet lovely Phyllis,
So sadly, that the Nymphs of woods and mountains,
And these which haunt the plains and crystall fountains[1]
Bare-legged to the brawns, armes bare and brest,
Like whitest evorie bare unto the waste,
The lillies and the roses of their faces
Running more pleasant made, their waveing tresses,
Well curled with the winde: all these drew nye
The waters brink, in song to keep reply,
Treading the flowres, When Gall them so espy'd
O! how he cast his eyes on either side.
And wish't t'have smeld one flowr, where they had traced,
Judge what he would have given to have embraced.
But chiefly Echo fettred was in love,
At everie word we spoke her tongue did move,[2]
Then did we call, Sweet Nymph, pray thee draw nye?
She answeering us most willingly, said, I
Draw neere said Gall, for gladlie would I please thee,
Do not deny to heare me. She said ease thee,
Then comesweet Nymph, thy face faine would I know,
She quickly answering him againe, said, No.
The banks most sweetly smyld on other side:
To see the flowres our hearts did much rejoice
The banwort, dazie, and the fragrant rose;
Favonius in our faces sweetlie blew
His breath, which did our fainting sprits renew.
Then with Sicilian Muse can we dissemble
Our secret flammes, making our voices tremble;
While as we sweetlie sung kinde Amaryllis,
And did complaine of sowre-sweet lovely Phyllis,
So sadly, that the Nymphs of woods and mountains,
And these which haunt the plains and crystall fountains[1]
Bare-legged to the brawns, armes bare and brest,
Like whitest evorie bare unto the waste,
The lillies and the roses of their faces
Running more pleasant made, their waveing tresses,
Well curled with the winde: all these drew nye
The waters brink, in song to keep reply,
Treading the flowres, When Gall them so espy'd
O! how he cast his eyes on either side.
And wish't t'have smeld one flowr, where they had traced,
Judge what he would have given to have embraced.
But chiefly Echo fettred was in love,
At everie word we spoke her tongue did move,[2]
Then did we call, Sweet Nymph, pray thee draw nye?
She answeering us most willingly, said, I
Draw neere said Gall, for gladlie would I please thee,
Do not deny to heare me. She said ease thee,
Then comesweet Nymph, thy face faine would I know,
She quickly answering him againe, said, No.