357AS it fell vpon a Day,

358In the merry Month of May,

359Sitting in a pleasant shade,

360Which a groue of Myrtles made,

361Beastes did leape, and Birds did sing,

362Trees did grow, and Plants did spring:

363Euery thing did banish mone,

364Saue the Nightingale alone.

365Shee (poore Bird) as all forlorne,

366Leand her breast vp-till a thorne,

367And there sung the dolfulst Ditty,

368That to heare it was great Pitty,

369Fie, fie, fie, now would she cry

370Teru, Teru, by and by: