_Lirope._ _Lalus_ for Flowers. _Cleon_ for Iemmes, For Garlands and for Diadems, I shall be sped, why this is braue, What Nimph can choicer Presents haue, With dressing, brading, frowncing, flowring, All your Iewels on me powring, 260 In this brauery being drest, To the ground I shall be prest, That I doubt the Nimphes will feare me, Nor will venture to come neare me; Neuer Lady of the May, To this houre was halfe so gay; All in flowers, all so sweet, From the Crowne, beneath the Feet, Amber, Currall, Ivory, Pearle, If this cannot win a Gerle, 270 Ther's nothing can, and this ye wooe me, Giue me your hands and trust ye to me, (Yet to tell ye I am loth) That I'le haue neither of you both; _Lalus._ When thou shalt please to stem the flood, (As thou art of the watry brood) I'le haue twelve Swannes more white than Snow, Yokd for the purpose two and two, To drawe thy Barge wrought of fine Reed So well that it nought else shall need, 280 The Traces by which they shall hayle Thy Barge; shall be the winding trayle Of woodbynd; whose braue Tasseld Flowers (The Sweetnesse of the Woodnimphs Bowres) Shall be the Trappings to adorne, The Swannes, by which thy Barge is borne, Of flowred Flags I'le rob the banke Of water-Cans and King-cups ranck To be the Couering of thy Boate, And on the Streame as thou do'st Floate, 290 The _Naiades_ that haunt the deepe, Themselues about thy Barge shall keepe, Recording most delightfull Layes, By Sea Gods written in thy prayse. And in what place thou hapst to land, There the gentle Siluery sand, Shall soften, curled with the Aier As sensible of thy repayre: This my deare loue I'le doe for thee, So Thou'lt leaue him and goe with me: 300