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.