Sit down and sing

Sit down and sing
Amintas' joys:
His little Lambs rejoice
To see the spring;
Each chirping bird records a piping voice
Sweet be the fruits that nature first doth yield
Where winter's cold not long before hath kill'd
Pan with his pipe resounds his roundelays
And Flora's name adorns with worthy praise
Each living thing full gladly takes the spring
Both nymphs and shepherds pleasantly do sing