A Pastoral Song between Phyllis and Amaryllis, two Nymphs, each answering other line for line

Fie on the sleights that men devise,
Heigho, silly sleights!
When simple maids they would entice,
Maids are young men's chief delights.
Nay, women they witch with their eyes,
Eyes like beams of burning sun,
And men once caught, they soon despise.
So are shepherds oft undone.

If any young man win a maid,
Happy man is he;
By trusting him she is betray'd.
Fie upon such treachery I
If maids win young men with their guiles,
Heigho, guileful grief I
They deal like weeping crocodiles.

That murder men without relief.
I know a simple country hind,
Heigho, silly swain!
To whom fair Daphne prov'd kind:
Was he not kind to her again?
He vow'd by Pan with many an oath,
Heigho, shepherd's god is he!
Yet since hath changed and broke his troth.

Troth-plight broke will plagued be.
She had deceived many a swain,
Fie on false deceit!
And plighted troth to them in vain,
There can be no grief more great.
Her measure was with measure paid,
Heigho, heigho, equal meed!
She was beguiled that had betray'd,
So shall all deceivers speed.

If every maid were like to me,
Heigho, hard of heart!
Both love and lovers scorn'd should be,
Scorners shall be sure of smart.
If every maid were of my mind,
Heigho, heigho, lovely sweet!
They to their lovers should prove kind,
Kindness is for maidens meet.

Methinks, love is an idle toy,
Heigho, busy pain!
Both wit and sense it doth annoy.
Both sense and wit thereby we gain.
Tush, Phyllis, cease! be not so coy,
Heigho, heigho, coy disdain!
I know you love a shepherd's boy.

Fie that maidens so should feign.
Well, Amaryllis, now I yield.
Shepherds, pipe aloud!
Love conquers both in town and field.
Like a tyrant fierce and proud.
The evening star is up ye see,
Vesper shines, we must away;
Would every lover might agree!
So we end our roundelay.