The Father of the flocke, and after him doth walke
    My writhen-headed Ram, with Posyes crowned in pride
    Fast to his crooked hornes with Rybands neatly ty’d
    And at our Shepheards Board that’s cut out of the ground,
    My fellow Swaynes and I together at it round, 220
    With Greencheese, clouted Cream, with Flawns, and Custards, stord,
    Whig, Sider, and with Whey, I domineer a Lord,
    When shering time is come I to the Riuer driue,
    My goodly well-fleec’d Flocks:  (by pleasure thus I thriue)
    Which being washt at will; vpon the shering day,
    My wooll I foorth in Loaks, fit for the wynder lay,
    Which vpon lusty heapes into my Coate I heaue,
    That in the Handling feeles as soft as any Sleaue,
    When euery Ewe two Lambes, that yeaned hath that yeare,
    About her new shorne neck a Chaplet then doth weare; 230
    My Tarboxe, and my Scrip, my Bagpipe, at my back,
    My Sheephooke in my hand, what can I say I lacke;
    He that a Scepter swayd, a sheephooke in his hand,
    Hath not disdaind to haue, for Shepheards then I stand;
    Then Forester and you my Fisher cease your strife
    I say your Shepheard leads your onely merry life,

    They had not cryd the Forester,
    And Fisher vp before,
    So much:  but now the Nimphes preferre,
    The Shephard ten tymes more, 240
    And all the Ging goes on his side,
    Their Minion him they make,
    To him themselues they all apply’d,
    And all his partie take;
    Till some in their discretion cast,
    Since first the strife begunne,
    In all that from them there had past
    None absolutly wonne;
    That equall honour they should share;
    And their deserts to showe, 250
    For each a Garland they prepare,
    Which they on them bestowe,
    Of all the choisest flowers that weare,
    Which purposly they gather,
    With which they Crowne them, parting there,
    As they came first together.

The seuenth Nimphall

FLORIMEL, LELIPA, NAIJS, CODRVS a
Feriman.

The Nimphes, the Queene of loue pursue, Which oft doth hide her from their view:  But lastly from th’ Elizian Nation, She banisht is by Proclamation.

      Florimel. Deare Lelipa, where hast thou bin so long,
    Was’t not enough for thee to doe me wrong;
    To rob me of thy selfe, but with more spight
    To take my Naijs from me, my delight? 
    Yee lazie Girles, your heads where haue ye layd,
    Whil’st Venus here her anticke prankes hath playd?

      Lelipa. Nay Florimel, we should of you enquire,
    The onely Mayden, whom we all admire
    For Beauty, Wit, and Chastity, that you
    Amongst the rest of all our Virgin crue, 10
    In quest of her, that you so slacke should be,
    And leaue the charge to Naijs and to me.