Another Song before her Majesty at Oxford, sung by a comely Shepherd attended on by sundry other Shepherds and Nymphs

Herbs, words, and stones, all maladies have cured;
Herbs, words, and stones, I used when I loved;
Herbs smells, words wind, stones hardness have procured:
By stones, nor words, nor herbs her mind was moved.
I ask'd the cause; this was a woman's reason: —
'Mongst herbs are weeds, and thereby are refused,;
Deceit as well as truth speaks words in season;
False stones by foils have many one abused.
I sigh'd, and then she said my fancy smoked;
I gazed, she said my looks were follies glancing;
I sounded dead, she said my love was choked;
I started up, she said, my thoughts were dancing.
Oh, sacred Love! if thou have any godhead.
Teach other rules to win a maidenhead.