Shaded with Oliue trees sate Celestina singing,
Then the warbling birdes more sweet harmony ringing,
With curious cost that gold embost
her fingers duelie placed,
Whiles voice and hand both at command
each other truely graced,
Thus vsing time not loosing time
right well apaide
Shee closd her ditty with Oh tis pretty
to liue a maide.
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