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