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.
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