He is great, and he is Just, He is ever good, and must Thus be honour'd: Daffodillies, Roses, Pinks, and loved Lillies, Let us fling, Whilest we sing, Ever holy, Ever holy, Ever honoured ever young, Thus great_ Pan _is ever sung. [Exeunt. Satyr._ Thou divinest, fairest, brightest, Thou m[o]st powerful Maid, and whitest, Thou most vertuous and most blessed, Eyes of stars, and golden tressed Like _Apollo_, tell me sweetest What new service now is meetest For the _Satyr_? shall I stray In the middle Air, and stay The sayling Rack, or nimbly take Hold by the Moon, and gently make Sute to the pale Queen of night For a beam to give thee light? Shall I dive into the Sea, And bring thee Coral, making way Through the rising waves that fall In snowie fleeces; dearest, shall I catch the wanton Fawns, or Flyes, Whose woven wings the Summer dyes Of many colours? get thee fruit? Or steal from Heaven old _Orpheus_ Lute? All these I'le venture for, and more, To do her service all these woods adore. _Clor_. No other service, _Satyr_, but thy watch About these thickets, lest harmless people catch Mischief or sad mischance. _Satyr_. Holy Virgin, I will dance Round about these woods as quick As the breaking light, and prick Down the Lawns, and down the vails Faster than the Wind-mill sails. So I take my leave, and pray All the comforts of the day, Such as _Phoebus_ heat doth send On the earth, may still befriend Thee, and this arbour. _Clo_. And to thee, All thy Masters love be free. [_Exeunt_. _To my Friend Master_ JOHN FLETCHER _upon his Faithfull Shepherdess._