Who is Sylvia, what is she,
That all our swains commend her?
Holy fair and wise is she,
The heaven 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 helped, inhabits there.
Then to Sylvia let us sing,
That Sylvia is excelling,
She excels each mortal thing
Upon the dull earth dwelling.
To her let us garlands bring.
William Shakespeare
