That health which harbours in the fresh-aired groves, Those pleasures which green hill and valley moves, Sylvanus, the commander of them all, Here offers to this state imperial; Which as a homager he visits now, And to a greater power his power doth bow. Withal, thus much his duty signifies: That there are certain semi-deities, Belonging to his sylvan walks, who come Led with the music of a sprightly drum, To keep the night awake and honour you (Great Queen) to whom all honours they hold due. So rest you full of joy and wished content, Which though it be not given, 'tis fairly meant. |