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The sixth muse
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No sleep could close mine eyes, but wake must I,
Till fair Aurora did inlight the sky.
Then up I got, and where good Gall did ly,
With mightie voice and chanting did I cry,
Good Master Gall, arise, you sleep too long
With Hey the day now dawnes, so was my song,
The day now dawnes, Arise good Master Gall,
Who answering said, Monsier, I heare you call:
And up he got. Then to our bearge we go,
To answer us our boatman wondrous slow,
When we did call, thrise lifting up his head,
Thrise to the ground did fall againe as dead.
But him to raise, I sung Hay the day dawnes;
The drowsie Fellow wakning, gaunts, and yawnes;
But getting up at last, and with a blow
Raising his fellow, bad him quickly row.
Then merrielie we leanche into the deep,
Phoebus meane while awakned rose from sleep,
At his appointed houre, the pleasant morning.
With guilded beames the cristall streames adorning:
The pearled dew on tender grasse did hing,
And heavenly quires of birds did sweetlie sing:
Down by the sweet south inche we sliding go,
Ten thousand dangling diamonds did show
The radiant repercussion of Sols rayes
And spreading flowres did looke like Argoes eyes.
Then did we talk of citie toiles and cares,
Thrice happie counting him shuns these affaires,
And with us have delight these fields to haunt
Some pastorall or sonnet sweet to chant.
Till fair Aurora did inlight the sky.
Then up I got, and where good Gall did ly,
With mightie voice and chanting did I cry,
Good Master Gall, arise, you sleep too long
With Hey the day now dawnes, so was my song,
The day now dawnes, Arise good Master Gall,
Who answering said, Monsier, I heare you call:
And up he got. Then to our bearge we go,
To answer us our boatman wondrous slow,
When we did call, thrise lifting up his head,
Thrise to the ground did fall againe as dead.
But him to raise, I sung Hay the day dawnes;
The drowsie Fellow wakning, gaunts, and yawnes;
But getting up at last, and with a blow
Raising his fellow, bad him quickly row.
Then merrielie we leanche into the deep,
Phoebus meane while awakned rose from sleep,
At his appointed houre, the pleasant morning.
With guilded beames the cristall streames adorning:
The pearled dew on tender grasse did hing,
And heavenly quires of birds did sweetlie sing:
Down by the sweet south inche we sliding go,
Ten thousand dangling diamonds did show
The radiant repercussion of Sols rayes
And spreading flowres did looke like Argoes eyes.
Then did we talk of citie toiles and cares,
Thrice happie counting him shuns these affaires,
And with us have delight these fields to haunt
Some pastorall or sonnet sweet to chant.