Made by Sir Philip Sidney, upon his meeting with his two worthy friends and fellow poets, Sir Edward Dyer and M. Fulke Greville.
Join mates in mirth to me, Grant pleasure to our meeting; Let Pan, ood god, see How grateful is reeting. Jois and hands, so let it be, Make but one mind in bodies three.
Ye hymns and singing skill Of god Apollos giving, Be pressed our reeds to fill With sound of music living. Jois and hands, so let it be, Make but one mind in bodies three.
Sweet Orpheus harp, whose sound The stedfast mountains moved, Let there thy skill abound, To joi friends beloved. Jois and hands, so let it be, Make but one mind in bodies three.
My two and I be met, A happy blessed trinity, As three more jointly set In firmest band of unity. Jois and hands, so let it be, Make but one mind in bodies three.
Wely two to me, The number best beloved, Within my heart you be In friendship unremoved. Jois and hands, so let it be, Make but one mind in bodies three.
Give leave your flocks te, Let us the while be playing; Within the elmy grange, Your flocks will not be straying. Jois and hands, so let it be, Make but one mind in bodies three.
Cause all the mirth you , Since I am now e hither, Who never joy, but when I am with you together. Jois and hands, so let it be, Make but one mind in bodies three.
Like lovers do their love, So joy I in you seeing: Let nothing me remove From always with you being. Jois and hands, so let it be, Make but one mind in bodies three.
And as the turtle dove To mate with whom he liveth, Sufort fervent love Of you to my heart giveth. Jois and hands, so let it be, Make but one mind in bodies three.
Now joined be our hands, Let them be neer asunder, But linkd in binding bands By metamorphosed wonder. So should our severed bodies three As one for ever joined be.