Song

How sweet I roamed from field to field.

And tasted all the summer's pride.

Till I the Prince of Love beheld

Who in the sunny beams did glide.

He showed me lilies for my hair.

And blushing roses for my brow；

He led me through his gardens fair

Where all his golden pleasure grow.

With sweet May-dews my wings were wet.

And Phoebus fired my vocal rage；

He caught me in his silken net，

And shut me in his golden cage.

He loves to sit and hear me sing，

Then, laughing, sports and plays with me.

Then stretches out my golden wing，

And mocks my loss of liberty.