Now is the bridals of fair Choralis, Where ev'ry shepherd tunes his roundelays, And I, in honour of my Thoralis Will not forget to sing her gentle praise: For, ere the Sun his journey doth renew, Sweet Love shall act that now I wish were true.
Now is the bridals of fair Choralis, Where ev'ry shepherd tunes his roundelays, And I, in honour of my Thoralis Will not forget to sing her gentle praise: For, ere the Sun his journey doth renew, Sweet Love shall act that now I wish were true.