'If I knew of you, Erastro,' answered Lenio, 'that you were as brave as you are fond, your threats would not fail to fill me with dread: but, as I know you are as backward in the one, as in the other you are to the fore, they cause laughter in me rather than terror.' Here Erastro lost all patience, and if it had not been for Lisandro and Elicio, who placed themselves between, he had replied to Lenio with his fists; for by this time his tongue, confused with rage, could scarce perform its office. Great was the pleasure all felt at the sprightly quarrel of the shepherds, and more at the rage and displeasure Erastro displayed; for it was necessary that Galatea's father should make peace between Lenio and him, though Erastro, if it had not been for fear of losing the respect of his lady's father, would in no way have made it. As soon as the matter was ended, all with rejoicing went their way to the village, and whilst they were going, the fair Florisa, to the sound of Galatea's pipe, sang this sonnet: FLORISA. With increase may my tender lambs be crowned Amidst the grassy mead or forest's fold: Throughout the summer's heat or winter's cold May herbage green and cooling streams abound. May I through all my days and nights be found Wrapt but in dreamings of a shepherd's life; In no wise yielding to Love's petty strife, Nor may his childish acts have power to wound. Here one Love's countless blessings doth proclaim, Love's fruitless cares another maketh known. I cannot say if both be brought to shame, Nor yet to whom to give the victor's crown. This much I know: that many Love by name May call, yet few are chosen for his own.