O happy herse!
Might I once come to thee, (O that I might!)
O joyful verse!
"Unwise and wretched men, to weet what's good or ill,
We deem of death as doom of ill desert;
But knew we, fools, what it us brings until,
Die would we daily, once it to expert!
No danger there the shepheard can assert;
air fields and pleasant lays there bene;
The fields aye fresh, the grass aye green.