Fair Orian, in the morn
Before the day was born,
With velvet steps on the ground,
Which made nor print nor sound,
Would see her nymphs abed.
What lives those ladies led!
The roses blushing said:
O stay, thou shepherds' maid.
And on a sudden all
They rose and heard her call.
Then sang the shepherds and nymphs of Diana:
Long live fair Oriana.

KORREKTUREN ÃœBERMITTELN