Fair Orian in the morn

Fair Orian, in the morn,

before the day was born,

With velvet steps on ground,

which made nor print nor sound,

Would see her Nymphs a-bed,

what lives those Ladies led.

The roses blushing said,

O stay thou Shepherd's maid,

and on a sodain all,

they rose and heard her call.

Then sang those Shepherds and Nymphs of Diana:

Long live fair Oriana.