With wreaths of rose and laurel,
withdraw yourselves, ye shepherds, from your bowers,
and strew the path with flowers,
The Nymphs are coming,
Sweetly the birds are chirping,
The swift beasts running,
As all amazed they stand still gazing,
To see such bright stars blazing,
lo Dian bravely treading,
her dainty daughter leading,
The powers divine to her do veil their bonnets,
Prepare yourselves to sound your pastoral sonnets.
Then sang the Shepherds and Nymphs of Diana:
long live fair Oriana.