Hark, All Ye Lovely Saints
Thomas Weelkes
"Hark all ye lovely saints above
Diana hath agreed with Love
His fiery weapon to remove
Fa la la
Do you not see
How they agree?
Then cease fair ladies why weep ye?
Fa la la
See, see, your mistress bids you cease
And welcome Love, with love's increase
Diana hath procured your peace
Fa la la
Cupid hath sworn
His bow forlorn
To break and burn, ere ladies mourn
Fa la la"