¶Another Song before her Maiestie at Oxford, sung by a comely Shepheard, attended on by sundry other Shepheards and Nimphs.
HEarbs, words, and stones, all maladies haue cured, Hearbs, words, and stones, I vsed when I loued: Hearbs smells, words winde, stones hardnes haue procured, By stones, nor words, nor hearbs her minde was moued. I ask'd the cause: this was a womans reason, Mongst hearbs are weedes, and thereby are refused: Deceite as well as truth speakes words in season, False stones by foiles haue many one abused. I sigh'd, and then she said, my fancie smoaked, I gaz'd, she said, my lookes were follies glancing: I sounded dead, she said, my loue was choaked, I started vp, she said, my thoughts were dancing. Oh sacred Loue, if thou haue any Godhead: Teach other rules to winne a maydenhead:FINIS.
Anonimus.