With angel's face and brightness, and orient hue,
fair Oriana shining,
With nimble foot she tripped 
o'er hills and mountains.
At last in dale she rested,
hard by Diana's fountains.
This is that maiden Queen of the Fairy land:
With scepter in her hand.
The Fauns and Satyrs dancing,
did shew their nimble lightness,
and brought their baskets 
full of herbs and flowers.
Then sang the Shepherds and Nymphs of Diana,
Long live fair Oriana.