In note of one anothers guise.
Phillis to Flora, laughter led,
And Flora Phillis answered:
A merlin Phillis managed,
A sparhawlke Flora caried.
In little tyme these ladyes founde
A grove with every pleasure crounde:
At whose sweete entrie did resounde
A foorde that flowrd that holy grounde.
From thence the sweete-breathd winds convay