Like pleasant Tagus, bright with sands of gold;
As thou wouldst have the nymphs, a merry team,
Light-footed bound from meads and groves of old,
To pay their homage to thy waters clear,
And lend thee bounteously their favours dear;
Then lend, I pray, to these my piteous cries
Attentive ear, and come to ease my woes.
Let nothing hinder thee in any wise,
Although thou leav'st awhile thy sweet repose;
For thou and all thy waters must arise