Calm was the air and clear the sky,
Fair Oriana passing by,
Over the downs to Ida plains,
Where heav'n born sisters with their trains
Did all attend her sacred beauty,
striving to excel in duty.
Satyrs and Nymphs dancing together,
Shepherds triumphing flocking thether,
Seeing their sovereign mistress there,
that kept their flocks and them from fear.
With high strained voice, 
and hearts rejoice.
Thus sang the Shepherds and nymphs of Diana,
Long live fair Oriana.