Rejoyce in rapting symphonie.
There did the vials voyce abounde,
In musicke angel-like profounde:
There did the phife dispredden rounde
His songe in many a variant sounde.
All birdes with tunefull bosoms sing,
The blackbird makes the woods to ring:
The thrush, the jay, and she[19] in spring
Rues the past rape of Thraces king.
Their shrill notes to the musicke plying,