The Shepherd's Wife's song

Thus with his wife he spends the year, as blithe
As doth the king, at every tide or sithe--
    And blither too,
For kings have wars and broils to take in hand,
Where shepherds laugh and love upon the land.
    Ah then, ah then,
If country loves such sweet desires gain,
What lady would not love a shepherd swain?

    Robert Greene