Within a greenwood sweet of myrtle savour,
whereas the earth was with fair flowers revested,
I saw a shepherd with his nymph that rested.
Thus spake the nymph with sugared words of favour:
Say (sweet love) to thy love, tell me, my darling,
Where is thy heart bestowed? where is thy liking?
the shepherd answered then with a deep sighing,
All full of sweetness and of sorrow mixed:
On thee, dainty dear life, my love is fixed.
with that the gentle nymph, full sweetly smiling,
with kind words of delight and flattering glozes,
She kindly kissed his cheek with lips of roses.
Anon translated from the Italian