Classic Poem

On the plaines
Fairie traynes
Were a treading measures:
Satyres plaide,
Fayries staide
At the stoppes set leasures.

Nymphes beginne,
To come in
Quickly, thicke, and three fold:
Now the daunce,
Now the praunce,
Presente there (to behold)

On her brest
That did best
A iewell rich was placed:
Flora chose,
Which of those
Best the measures graced.

When she had
Measures lad
Parthenophe did get it:
Nymphes did chide
(When they trye'd)
Where the iudgement set it.

Thus they sayd
This faire mayd
(Whom you gaue the iewell)
Takes no pleasure,
To keepe measure,
But is too to cruell.