Hark, all ye lovely saints above,
    Diana hath agreed with Love
    His fiery weapon to remove. Fa la (etc.)
      Do you not see
      How they agree?
    Then cease, fair ladies; why weep ye? Fa la (etc.)
     
    See, see, your mistress bids you cease,
    And welcome Love with love’s increase,
    Diana hath procur’d your peace. Fa la (etc.)
      Cupid hath sworn
      His bow forlorn
    To break and burn ere ladies mourn. Fa la (etc.)