WHO is Silvia? 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 admired 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 Silvia let us sing,   That Silvia is excelling; She excels each mortal thing   Upon the dull earth dwelling: To her let us garlands bring.