Harke all you ladies

Harke all you ladies that do sleep,

The fairy Queene Proserpina

Bids you awake and pitie them that weep,

You may doe in the darke

What the day doth forbid,

Feare not the dogs that barke

Night will have all hid.

But if you let your lovers mone,

The fairie Queene Proserpina

Will send abroad her Fairies ev'ry one,

That shall pitch lack and blew,

Your white hands, and faire armens,

That do not kindly rue

Your Paramours harmes.

In Myrtle Arbours on the downes,

The fairy Queene Proserpina,

This night by moone-shine leading merrie rounds

Holds a watch with sweet love,

Downe the dale, up the hill,

No plaints or groanes may move

their holy vigill.

All you that will hold watch with love,

The fairy Queene Proserpina,

Will make your fairer than Diones dove,

Rosese red, Lilies white,

And the cleare cheekes alight,

Love will adorne you.

All you that love, or lov'd before,

The fairy Queene Proserpina,

Bids you encrease that loving humour more,

They that yet have not fed

On delight amorous

She vowes that they shall lead

Apes in Avernus.