Classic Poem

O cease your idle prate ye swains
Of whom the fairest be
For there is one caps all the plains
& thats Rosale[e]
Talk ye of stars in ladies eyes
& cheeks were roses be
by supprise
& thats rosale[e]

Ye shepherds cease your idle lays
One comes oertopping all your praise
& thats Rosalee
Why boast this pale that rosey call
One has more charms yell find in all
& thats Rosalee
Boast ye of stars in ladies eyes
Just suns light up not brighter skyes
Then those of Rosalee

O cease your idle songs ye swains
Of whom may fairest be
In doubt no more the palm remains
For there is one caps all the plains
& thats Rosalee