Another of the same, by Firmius the Shepherd

If that the gentle wind
Doth move the leaves with pleasant sound.
If that the kid behind
Is left, that cannot find
Her dam, runs bleating up and down;
The bagpipe, reed, or flute.
Only with air if that they touched be.
With pity all salute.
And full of love do bruit
Thy name, and sound Diana, seeing thee
A fair maid wed to prying Jealousy.

The fierce and savage beasts
(Beyond their kind and nature yet)
With piteous voice and breast.
In mountains without rest.
The self-same song do not forget.
If that they stay'd at fair
And had not pass'd to prying Jealousy
With plaints of such despair,
As moved the gentle air
To tears; the song that they did sing should be,
One of the fairest as ever I did see.

Mishap, and fortune's play,
Ill did they place in beauty's breast;
For since so much to say
There was of beauty's sway.
They had done well to leave the rest.
They had enough to do,
If in her praise their wits they did awake;
But yet so must they too.
And all thy love that woo
Thee not too coy, nor too too proud to make,
If that thou wilt a secret lover take.

For if thou hadst but known
The beauty that they here do touch,
Thou wouldst then love alone
Thyself, nor any one,
Only thyself accounting much.
But if thou dost conceive
This beauty, that I will not public make,
And mean'st not to bereave
The world of it, but leave
The same to some (which never peer did take),
Sweet life, do not my secret love forsake.