Imbroidered all with leaves of Mirtle.
A Gown made of the finest wool
Which from our pretty Lambs we pull,
Slippers lin’d choicely for the cold,
With buckles of the purest gold.
A belt of straw and ivie buds,
With Coral clasps, and Amber studs;
And if these pleasures may thee move,
Come live with me, and be my Love.
The Shepherds Swains shall dance and sing