what do you talk and sing about???

well i sing of Brooks, of Blossoms, birds and bowers,
of April, May of June and July flowers.

I sing of May-poles, Hock-carts, Wassails, wakes,
of bridegrooms, brides and of tire bridal cakes.

I sing of sisters, brothers and mothers,
of friendship, relationships and lovers.

I sing of the moon sun and rain water,
of summer and the cold chilly winter.

i stood a stone,
mocked of all, and called of one,
with which grief and wrath  i heard,
cupid's statue with a beard,
or else one that played his ape,
in a Hercules his shape.

shine forth, thou star of poets, and with rage,
or influence chide and cheer the drooping stage,
which since thy flight from hence, hath mourned like night,
and despairs day,but for thy volume's light.

o shows! shows! mighty shows!
the eloquent of masques! what need of prose,
or verse, or sense to express immortal you?
you are the spectacles of thine majestic state.