Fuimus Troes Æneid. 2. The true Troianes, being a story of the Britaines valour at the Romanes first inuasion: Publikely represented by the gentlemen students of Magdalen Colledge in Oxford.

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Title: Fuimus Troes Æneid. 2. The true Troianes, being a story of the Britaines valour at the Romanes first inuasion: Publikely represented by the gentlemen students of Magdalen Colledge in Oxford.
Author: Fisher, Jasper, b. 1591.
Publication: London :: Printed by I[ohn] L[egatt] for Robert Allot, and are to be sold at the signe of the Beare in Pauls-Churchyard,; 1633.
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Chorus of fiue Bardes laureate, foure voyces, and an Harper: Attired.

1. Song.

At the Spring Birdes doe sing: Now with high, Then low cry:

Flat, acute;
And salute,
The Sunne borne,
Euery morne.

All.

Hees no Bard that cannot sing: The praises of the flowry Spring.

Flora Queene All in greene, doth delight To paint white,

Woods renew Hunters hue. Shepheards gray Crownd with bay,

And to spred
Cruell redd,
With a blew,
Colour true.
All.
 Hees no bard, &c.

With his pipe
Care doth wipe,
Till he dreame
By the streame.
All.
 Hees no bard, &c.

4.
Faithfull loues,Turtle Doues,Sit and bill,On a bill.Country SwaynesOn the plaines,Runne and leape,Turne and skip.All.
 Hees no bard, &c.

5.
Pan doth playCare-away.Fayries smallTwo foote tall,With caps redOn their headDaunce aroundOn the ground.All.
 Hees no bard,

Phyllis bright Cloath in white, With necke faire, Yellow haire:

Rockes doth moue
With her loue,
And make mild,
Tygers wild.

All.

Hees no bard that cannot sing, The praises of the flowry spring.

2. Song.

Thus spend we time in laughter,
While peace and spring doe smile:
But I heare a sound of slaughter,
Draw neerer to our Ile.

Leaue then your wonted prattle,
The Oaten reed forbeare:
For I heare a sound of battell,
And Trumpets teare the ayre,

Let bag-pipes dye for want of wind,
Let Crowd and Harpe be dumbe;
Let little Taber come behind:
For I heare the dreadfull drumme.

Let no Birds sing, no Lambkins daunce,
No fountaines murmuring goe:
Let Shepheards crooke be made a launce:
For the martiall hornes doe blow.
Exeunt.