_Silvan._ Tell me, gentle Hour of Night,
Wherein dost thou most delight?
_Hour._ Not in sleep!
_Silvan._ Wherein, then?
_Hour._ In the frolic view of men.
_Silvan._ Lov’st thou music?
_Hour._ Oh, ’tis sweet!
_Silvan._ What’s dancing.
_Hour._ E’en the mirth of feet.
_Silvan._ Joy you in fairies, or in elves.
_Hour._ We are of that sort ourselves.
But, Silvan, say, why do you love
Only to frequent the grove?
_Silvan._ Life is fullest of content
When delight is innocent.
_Hour._ Pleasure must vary, not be long;
Come, then, let’s close, and end the song.
DR. THOMAS CAMPION 1607.