Diaphenia, like the daffadowndilly
White as the sun, fair as the lily
Heigh ho, how I do love thee!
I do love thee as my lambs
Are belovèd of their dams:
How blest were I if thou would'st prove me

Diaphenia, like the spreading roses
That in thy sweets all sweets incloses
Fair sweet, how I do love thee!
I do love thee as each flower
Loves the sun's life-giving power;
For dead, thy breath to life might move me

Diaphenia, like to all things blessèd
When all thy praises are expressèd
Dear joy, how I do love thee!
As the birds do love the spring
Or the bees their careful king, --
Then in requite, sweet virgin, love me!