Selvagia and Silvanus, their Songs to Diana

Sel. I see thee, jolly shepherd, merry,
And firm thy faith, and sound as a berry.
Syl. Love gave me joy, and fortune gave it.
As my desire could wish to have it.

Sel. What didst thou wish, tell me, sweet lover.
Whereby thou might'st such joy recover?
Syl. To love where love should be inspir'd,
Since there's no more to be desired.

Sel. In this great glory and great gladness
Think'st thou to have no touch of sadness?
Syl. Good fortune gave me not such glory.
To mock my love, or make me sorry.

Sel. If my firm love I were denying,
Tell me, with sighs wouldst thou be dying?
Syl. Those words (in jest) to hear thee speaking,
For very grief this heart is breaking.

Sel. Yet wouldst thou change, I prithee tell me,
In seeing one that did excel me?
Syl. O no! for how can I aspire
To more than to mine own desire?

Sel. Such great affection dost thou bear me.
As by thy words thou seem'st to swear me?
Syl. Of thy deserts, to which a debtor
I am, thou mayst demand this better.

Sel. Sometimes methinks that I should swear it.
Sometimes methinks thou shouldst not bear it.
Syl. Only in this my hap doth grieve me.
And my desire, not to believe me.

Sel. Imagine that thou dost not love mine,
But some brave beauty that's above mine.
Syl. To such a thing, sweet, do not will me,
Where feigning of the same doth kill me.

Sel. I see thy firmness, gentle lover.
More than my beauty can discover.
Syl. And my good fortune to be higher
Than my desert, but not desire.