O wondrous virtue! Words spoken are but wind;
But sung to Prick Song, they are joys divine!
I heard her sing, but still methought I dreamed.
I heard her play, but I methought did sleep.
The Day and Night, till now, were never weaned.
Venus and Dian ravished, both did weep.
They which each hated, now agreed to say
This was the goddess both of night and day.
My heart and ears, so ravished with the voice