No Shakespear
Who is Sylvia? What is she,
That all our swains commend her?
Holy, fair and wise is she;
The heaven such grace did lend her
That she might admire be.
Is she kind as she is fair?
For beauty lives with kindness:
Love doth to her eyes repair,
To help him of his blindness;
And being help'd, inhabits there.
Then to Sylvia let us sing.
That Sylvia is excelling;
She excels each mortal thing
Upon the dull earth dwelling;
To her let us garlands bring.