And send us Heaven at our ending:

For we have given Scots a lusty fall.

For a down, down, derry derry down, Hey,

Down a down down, down a down derry.

Lipps and Eyes.

In Celia a question did arise,

Which were more beautifull her Lippes or Eyes.

We, said the Eyes, send forth those pointed darts,

Which pierce the hardest Adamantine hearts.

From us, (reply’d the Lipps) proceed the blisses