Come, Phyllis, come into these bowers

Come, Phyllis, come into these bowers:

Here shelter is from sharpest showers,

Cool gales of wind breathe in these shades,

Danger none this place invades;

Here sit and note the chirping birds

Pleading my love in silent words.

Come, Phyllis, come, bright heaven's eye

Cannot upon thy beauty pry;

Glad Echo in distinguished voice

Naming thee will here rejoice;

Then come and hear her merry lays

Crowning thy name with lasting praise.