How merrily we live that shepherds be, roundelays still we sing with merry glee, On the pleasant downs where as our flocks we see, we feel no cares, we fear not fortune's frowns, we have no envy which sweet mirth confounds.
How merrily we live that shepherds be, roundelays still we sing with merry glee, On the pleasant downs where as our flocks we see, we feel no cares, we fear not fortune's frowns, we have no envy which sweet mirth confounds.