Right hard it was, for wight, which did it heare,
To read, what manner musicke that mote bee:
For all that pleasing is to liuing eare,
Was there consorted in one harmonee,
Birdes, voyces, instruments, windes, waters, all agree.
The ioyous birdes shrouded in chearefull shade, lxxi
Their notes vnto the voyce attempred sweet;
Th’Angelicall soft trembling voyces made
To th’instruments diuine respondence meet:
The siluer sounding instruments did meet