Englands Helicon. Or The Muses harmony.

¶Damaetas Madrigall in praise of his Daphnis.

TVne on my pipe the praises of my Loue, Loue faire and bright: Fill earth with sound, and ayrie heauens aboue, heauen's Ioues delight, with Daphnis prayse.

To pleasant Tempe Groues and Plaines about, Plaines, Shepheards pride: Resounding Ecchoes of her praise ring out, ring farre and wide my Daphnis praise,

When I begin to sing, begin to sound, sounds loud and shrill: Doe make each note vnto the skies rebound, skies calme and still, with Daphnis praise.

Her tresses are like wiers of beaten gold, Gold bright and sheene: Like Nisus golden haire that Scilla pold, Scill, ore-seene through Minos loue.

Her eyes like shining Lamps in midst of night, Night darke and dead: Or as the Starres that giue the Sea-men light, Light for to lead their wandring Ships.

Amidst her cheeks the Rose and Lilly striue, Lilly, snow white: When their contend doth make their colour thriue. Colour too bright for Shepheards eyes.

Her lips like Scarlet of the finest die, Scarlet blood-red: Teeth white as Snow, which on the hils doth lie. Hils ouer-spread by Winters force.

Her skinne as soft as is the finest silke, Silke soft and fine: Of colour like vnto the whitest milke, Milke of the Kine of Daphnis Heard.

As swift of foote as is the pretty Roe, Roe swift of pace:

When yelping Hounds pursue her to and fro, Hounds fierce in chase, to reaue her life.

Cease tongue to tell of any more compares, Compares too rude: Daphnis deserts and beautie are too rare, Then heere conclude faire Daphnis praise.

FINIS.

I. Wootton.