THE SONG

          THE CHORUS SUNG BY ALL

    Love, I found such felicitie,

    And joy, in thy captivitie:

    As I before did never prove,

    And thought me happy, being in Love.

  Comfort abounding in my hart,

    Joy and Delight

    In soule and spright

  I did possesse in every part;

  O Soveraigne Love by thee.

    Thy Sacred fires,

    Fed my desires,

    And still aspires,

  Thy happy thrall to bee.

    Love, I found such felicity, etc.

  My Song wants power to relate,

    The sweets of minde

    Which I did finde

  In that most blissefull state,

  O Soveraigne Love by thee.

    No sad despaire,

    Or killing care

    Could me prepare;

  Still thou didst comfort me.

    Love, I found such felicity, etc.

  I hate all such as do complaine,

    Blaspheming thee

    With Cruelty,

  And sleights of coy disdaine.

  O So raigne Love, to mee

    Thou has bene kinde:

    If others finde

    Thee worse inclinde,

  Yet I will honour thee.

    Love, I found such felicitie,

    And joy in thy Captivitie:

    As I before did never prove,

    But thought me happie, being in Love.

  Thus the Song of Pamphilus ended, whereto all the rest (as a Chorus)

answered with their Voyces, yet every one particularly (according as

they felt their Love-sicke passions) made a curious construction

thereof, perhaps more then they needed, yet not Divining what

Pamphilus intended. And although they were transported with variety of

imaginations; yet none of them could arive at his true meaning indeed.

Wherefore the Queene, perceiving the Song to be fully ended, and the

Ladies, as also the young Gentlemen, willing to go take their rest:

she commaunded them severally to their Chambers.