Arsileus his Carol, for joy of the new marriage, between Syrenus and Diana

Let now each mead with flowers be depainted.
Of sundry colours, sweetest odours glowing;
Roses yield forth your smells so finely tainted.
Calm winds the green leaves move with gentle blowing.
The crystal rivers flowing
With waters be increased;
And since each one from sorrow now hath ceased.
From mournful plaints and sadness,
Ring forth, fair nymphs, your joyful songs for gladness!

Let springs and meads all kind of sorrow banish,
And mournful hearts the tears that they are bleeding;
Let gloomy clouds with shining morning vanish,
Let every bird rejoice that now is breeding.
And since, by new proceeding.
With marriage now obtained,
A great content by great contempt is gained,
And you devoid of sadness, —
Ring forth, fair nymphs, your joyful songs for gladness!

Who can make us to change our firm desires.
And soul to leave her strong determination,
And make us freeze in ice, and melt in fires.
And nicest hearts to love with emulation?
Who rids us from vexation,
And all our minds commandeth.
But great Felicia, that his might withstandeth.
That fill'd our hearts with sadness?
Ring forth, fair nymphs, your joyful songs for gladness!

Your fields with their distilling favours cumber,
Bridegroom and happy bride, each heavenly power!
Your flocks, with double lambs increased in number.
May never taste unsavoury grass and sour!
The Winter's frost and shower
Your kids, your pretty pleasure.
May never hurt! and blest with so much treasure.
To drive away all sadness.

Ring forth, fair nymphs, your joyful songs for gladness!
Of that sweet joy delight you with such measure,
Between you both fair issue to engender;
Longer than Nestor may you live in pleasure;
The gods to you such sweet content surrender,
That may make mild and tender
The beasts in every mountain,
And glad the fields and woods and every fountain,
Abjuring former sadness.

Ring forth, fair nymphs, your joyful songs for gladness!
Let amorous birds with sweetest notes delight you.
Let gentle winds refresh you with their blowing;
Let fields and forests with their good requite you.
And Flora deck the ground where you are going,
Roses and violets strowing.
The jasmine and the gilliflower,
With many more, and never in your bower
To taste of household sadness.
Ring forth, fair nymphs, your joyful songs for gladness!

Concord and peace hold you for aye contented.
And in your joyful state live you so quiet.
That with the plague of jealousy tormented
You may not be, nor fed with fortune's diet.
And that your names may fly yet
To hills unknown with glory.
But now because my breast, so hoarse and sorry
It faints, may rest from singing,
End, nymphs, your songs, that in the clouds are ringing.