Now each creature joys the other

Now each creature joys the other
Passing happy days and hours;
One bird reports unto another
By the fall of silver showers;
Whilst the earth, our common mother
Hath her bosom decked with flowers

Whilst the greatest torch of heaven
With bright rays warms Flora's lap
Now making nights and days both even
Cheering the plants with fresher sap
My field of flowers, quite bereaven
Wants refresh of better hap

Echo, daughter of the air
Babbling guest of rocks and hills
Doth know the namе of my fierce fair
And sounds the accеnts of my ills
Each thing pities my despair
Whilst that she her lover kills

Whilst that she, O cruel maid
Doth me and my love despise
My life's flourish is decayed
The which depended on her eyes
But her will must be obeyed
And well he ends for love who dies