A Pastorall Dialogue between two Nymphs Amarillis and Daphne

Amarillis:

Daphne, Shepheards if they knew

Their happines would not be Kings;

Daphne:

Ther's nothing in the world more true

Than that which Amarillis sings

Amarillis:

Then Daphne tune thine Oaten Reed,

And let us know this oncly strife,

Whether thy Pipe or mine exceed

In singing of a Shepheards life.

Daphne:

Upon our huts of Turfe without

The grasse within the Ivie's sprout,

The hills yeeld sedge and rusnes store

To thack the roose and strew the floore.

Amarillis:

The angry Thistles shed

Us Down to make our bed.

Daphne:

Lambkins bequeath us when they die,

The blankets warm wherein we lie,

Amarillis:

The morning sunne at sluggards blushes

Daphne:

But lights us early through the bushes,

Both:

Where Philomel amongst the Roses,

Her sweet, her sweet melody discloses;

Amarillis:

And whilest we wash our eyes and hands

In basons of some Fountaine pure,

With melting Notes poore heart shee stands,

As if shee held the weeping Ewer.

Both:

Hence with devotion as we go

T'unfold our flocks the fields we strow,

Till pierced clouds th'impression feele,

And tuft the Cushion where wee kneele.

Amarillis:

Then ope the grate of hayle wands

Wherein our bleating Prisoners stand.

Daphne:

The Wether Rings for joy his Bell.

Amarillis:

Whilst from their pound the Ewes doe bound

At the sound of the merry peale.

Daphne:

The pretty Lambe but new awake,

Bridles in her pretty chin,

And stretches out her curled back.

Amarillis:

Nor are our pipes mute as they passe

To nibble up the three leav'd grasse,

Both:

And straine such rufts of greene as these,

Into their into their milke and silver fleece,

Amarillis:

When the high mountaines give no shade,

Daphne:

The woods and fountains lend their ayd.

Amarillis:

Where harmles swains doe joine their mirth,

Their bottles and their bags with ours,

Daphne:

As on the table of the Earth

Wee feast and sport it in the bowers

Amarillis:

Whil'st Phoebus rages,

Pan asswages,

Both:

To whose ayd we sing;

Daphne:

And when the heat

Makes us retreat,

Both:

upon the Downs we make a Ring,

Amarillis:

Then our fancies show in Dances.

Daphne:

Change and chances

Incident to every thing

Amarillis:

Then folde our flockes,

Daphne:

And to our shed,

Both:

And with the Lambe

Wee goe to bed.

Chorus:

Ye purple Robes, and Crowned heads,

Upon this life the shepheard leads,

Could you without ambition looke

you'd change your Scepter, for his Crook.