1st Voice:
 Humour, say what mak'st thou here
 In the presence of a queen?

2nd Voice:
 Princes hold conceit most dear,
 All conceit in humour seen.

1st Voice:
 Thou art a heavy laden mood.

2nd Voice:
 Humour is Invention's food.

Chorus:
 But never humour yet was true,
 But that which only pleaseth you.

1st Voice:
 O I am as heavy as earth,
 Say then, who is Humour now?

2nd Voice:
 I am now inclined to mirth,
 Humour I as well as thou.

1st Voice:
 Why then 'tis I am drowned in woe.

2nd Voice:
 No, no. Wit is cherished so.

Chorus:
 But never humour yet was true,
 But that which only pleaseth you.

1st Voice:
 Mirth then is drowned in sorrow's brim.
 O in sorrow all things sleep.

2nd Voice:
 No, no, fool, the light'st things swim.
 Heavy things sink to the deep.

1st Voice:
 In her presence all things smile.

2nd Voice:
 Humour frolic then awhile.

Chorus:
 But never humour yet was true,
 But that which only pleaseth you.