Two love songs

Fair is my Love, when her fair golden hairs
With the loose wind ye waving chance to mark;
Fair, when the rose in her red cheeks appears;
Or in her eyes the fire of love does spark.

Fair, when her breast, like a rich-laden bark,
With precious merchandise she forth doth lay;
Fair, when that cloud of price, which oft doth dark
Her goodly light, with smiles she drives away.

But fairest she, when so she doth display
The gate with pearls and rubies richly dight,
Through which her words so wise do make their way
To bear the message of her gentle sprite.
The rest be works of nature's wonderment:
But this the work of hearts' astonishment.

Tune on my pipe the praise of my love,
Love fair and bright;
Fill earth with sound, and airy heav'ns above,
Heav'ns love's delight,
With Daphnis' praise.

To pleasant Tempe groves and plains about,
Plains shepherd's pride,
Resounding echoes of her praise ring out,
Ring far and wide
My Daphnis' praise.

When I begin to sing, begin to sound,
Sounds loud and shrill,
Do make each note unto the skies rebound,
Skies calm and still
With Daphnis' praise.

Her eyes like shining lamps in midst of night,
Night dark and dead,
Or as the stars that give the seamen light,
Light for to lead
Their wand'ring ships.

Her lips like scarlet of the finest dye,
Scarlet blood-red;
Teeth white as snow which on the hills doth lie,
Hills over spread
By winter's force.

Her skin as sof as is the finest silk,
Silk soft and fine,
Of colour like unto the whitest milk,
Milk of the kine
Of Daphnis' herd.

As swift of foot as is the pretty roe,
Roe swift of pace,
When yelping hounds pursue her to and fro,
Hounds fierce in chase
To reave her.

Cease tongue to tell of any more compares,
Compares too rude,
Daphnis' deserts and beauty are too rare;
Then here conclude
Fair Daphnis' praise.