Lalus. With full-leau’d Lillies I will stick

Thy braded hayre all o’r so thick, 200
That from it a Light shall throw
Like the Sunnes vpon the Snow. 
Thy Mantle shall be Violet Leaues,
With the fin’st the Silkeworme weaues
As finely wouen; whose rich smell
The Ayre about thee so shall swell
That it shall haue no power to mooue. 
A Ruffe of Pinkes thy Robe aboue
About thy necke so neatly set
That Art it cannot counterfet, 210
Which still shall looke so Fresh and new,
As if vpon their Roots they grew: 
And for thy head Ile haue a Tyer
Of netting, made of Strawbery wyer,
And in each knot that doth compose
A Mesh, shall stick a halfe blowne Rose,
Red, damaske, white, in order set
About the sides, shall run a Fret
Of Primroses, the Tyer throughout
With Thrift and Dayses frindgd about; 220
All this faire Nimph Ile doe for thee,
So thou’lt leaue him and goe with me.

  Cleon. These be but weeds and Trash he brings,

Ile giue thee solid, costly things,
His will wither and be gone
Before thou well canst put them on;
With Currall I will haue thee Crown’d,
Whose Branches intricatly wound
Shall girt thy Temples euery way;
And on the top of euery Spray 230
Shall stick a Pearle orient and great,
Which so the wandring Birds shall cheat,
That some shall stoope to looke for Cheries,
As other for tralucent Berries. 
And wondering, caught e’r they be ware
In the curld Tramels of thy hayre: 
And for thy necke a Christall Chaine
Whose lincks shapt like to drops of Raine,
Vpon thy panting Breast depending,
Shall seeme as they were still descending, 240
And as thy breath doth come and goe,
So seeming still to ebbe and flow: 
With Amber Bracelets cut like Bees,
Whose strange transparency who sees,
With Silke small as the Spiders Twist
Doubled so oft about thy Wrist,
Would surely thinke aliue they were,
From Lillies gathering hony there. 
Thy Buskins Ivory, caru’d like Shels
Of Scallope, which as little Bels 250
Made hollow, with the Ayre shall Chime,
And to thy steps shall keepe the time: 
Leaue Lalus, Lirope for me
And these shall thy rich dowry be.

  Lirope. Lalus for Flowers. Cleon for Iemmes,

For Garlands and for Diadems,
I shall be sped, why this is braue,
What Nimph can choicer Presents haue,
With dressing, brading, frowncing, flowring,
All your Iewels on me powring, 260
In this brauery being drest,
To the ground I shall be prest,
That I doubt the Nimphes will feare me,
Nor will venture to come neare me;
Neuer Lady of the May,
To this houre was halfe so gay;