Then mirth was in her heart; 140
    And hath she then that pretty trick
    Another doth reply,
    I thought no Nimph could haue bin sick
    Of that disease but I;
    I know you can dissemble well
    Quoth one to giue you due,
    But here be some (who Ile not tell)
    Can do’t as well as you,
    Who thus replies, I know that too,
    We haue it from our Mother, 150
    Yet there be some this thing can doe
    More cunningly then other: 
    If Maydens but dissemble can
    Their sorrow and ther ioy,
    Their pore dissimulation than,
    Is but a very toy.

The second Nimphall

LALVS, CLEON, and LIROPE.

The Muse new Courtship doth deuise, By Natures strange Varieties, Whose Rarieties she here relates, And giues you Pastorall Delicates.

Lalus a Iolly youthfull Lad, With Cleon, no lesse crown’d With vertues; both their beings had On the Elizian ground.  Both hauing parts so excellent, That it a question was, Which should be the most eminent, Or did in ought surpasse:  This Cleon was a Mountaineer, And of the wilder kinde, 10 And from his birth had many a yeere Bin nurst vp by a Hinde.  And as the sequell well did show, It very well might be; For neuer Hart, nor Hare, nor Roe, Were halfe so swift as he.  But Lalus in the Vale was bred, Amongst the Sheepe and Neate, And by these Nimphes there choicly fed, With Hony, Milke, and Wheate; 20 Of Stature goodly, faire of speech, And of behauiour mylde, Like those there in the Valley rich, That bred him of a chyld.  Of Falconry they had the skill, Their Halkes to feed and flye, No better Hunters ere clome Hill, Nor hollowed to a Cry:  In Dingles deepe, and Mountains hore, Oft with the bearded Speare 30 They combated the tusky Boare, And slew the angry Beare.  In Musicke they were wondrous quaint, Fine Aers they could deuise; They very curiously could Paint, And neatly Poetize; That wagers many time were laid On Questions that arose, Which song the witty Lalus made, Which Cleon should compose. 40 The stately Steed they manag’d well, Of Fence the art they knew, For Dansing they did all excell The Gerles that to them drew; To throw the Sledge, to pitch the Barre, To wrestle and to Run, They all the Youth exceld so farre, That still the Prize they wonne.  These sprightly Gallants lou’d a Lasse, Cald Lirope the bright, 50 In the whole world there scarcely was So delicate a Wight, There was no Beauty so diuine That euer Nimph did grace, But it beyond it selfe did shine In her more heuenly face:  What forme she pleasd each thing would take That ere she did behold, Of