Wake, sleepy Thyrsis, wake

Wake, sleepy Thyrsis, wake

For Love and Venus' sake!

Come, let us mount the hills

Which Zephyrus with cool breath fills;

Or let us tread new alleys,

In yonder shady valleys.

Rise, rise, rise, rise!

Lighten thy heavy eyes: Pg 145

See how the streams do glide

And the green meads divide:

But stream nor fire shall part

This and this joinèd heart.