Diaphenia like the Dafdowndillie, White as the Sunne, faire as the Lillie, Heigh ho, heigh ho, how I doe loue thee : I doe loue thee as my Lambs, Are beloued of their dambs, How blest were I if thou wouldst proue mee. 2 Diaphenia like the spreading Roses, That in thy sweetes, all sweetes incloses, Faire sweete how I doe loue thee? I doe loue thee as each flower, Loues the Sunnes life giuing power, For dead, thy breath to life might moue mee. 3 Diaphenia like to all things blessed, When all thy praises are expressed, Deare ioy, how I doe loue thee? As the birds doe loue the spring, Or the Bees their carefull king, Then in requite, sweete virgin loue mee.
Henry Constable, 1562-1613; "Damelus' Song to his Diaphenia"
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