Amongst the Flowery flags, the Bullrushes and Reed, That of the Spawne haue charge (abundantly to breed) Well mounted vpon Swans, their naked bodys lend To my discerning eye, and on my Boate attend, And dance vpon the Waues, before me (for my sake) To th' Musick the soft wynd vpon the Reeds doth make And for my pleasure more, the rougher Gods of Seas From _Neptune's_ Court send in the blew Neriades, Which from his bracky Realme vpon the Billowes ride And beare the Riuers backe with euery streaming Tyde, 160 Those Billowes gainst my Boate, borne with delightfull Gales, Oft seeming as I rowe to tell me pretty tales, Whilst Ropes of liquid Pearle still load my laboring Oares, As streacht vpon the Streame they stryke me to the Shores: The silent medowes seeme delighted with my Layes, As sitting in my Boate I sing my Lasses praise, Then let them that like, the Forrester vp cry, Your noble Fisher is your only man say I. This speech of _Halcius_ turn'd the Tyde, And brought it so about, 170 That all vpon the Fisher cryde, That he would beare it out; Him for the speech he made, to clap Who lent him not a hand, And said t'would be the Waters hap, Quite to put downe the Land. This while _Melanthus_ silent sits, (For so the Shepheard hight) And hauing heard these dainty wits, Each pleading for his right; 180 To heare them honor'd in this wise, His patience doth prouoke, When for a Shepheard roome he cryes, And for himselfe thus spoke.