Flourish ye hillocks

Flourish ye hillocks, set with fragrant flowers
So graced with her deity
Whose eyes bedew you with their pearled showers
Bewailing love's impiety
Happy are ye, be prodigal disposed
Disdain not Love's lamenting
Let me but kiss those steps where she reposed
To ease my heart's tormenting
Then while she flies me, here I lie and languish
Sounding my sorrows tuned in notes of anguish