He Reuerend Rich-crownd, and Faire Queene, I sing; (Venus) that owes in Fate the fortressing, Of all Maritimall Cyprus. Where the force Of gentle-breathing Zephire sterde her Course Along the waues of the resounding Sea; While, yet, vnborne, in that soft fome she laie That brought her forth; whom those faire Howrs that beare The Golden-bridles; ioyfully stood nere; Tooke vp into their armes; and put on her Weed's of a neuer-corruptible weare. On her immortall head, a Crowne they plac't; Elaborate; and with all the beauties grac't That Gold could giue it. Of a weight so great; That, to impose, aud take off; it had set Three Handles on it; made for endlesse hold, Of shyning Brasse; and all adorn'd with Gold. Her soft neck; all with Carquenets was grac't; That stoop't, and both her siluer brests embrac't, Which euen the Howrs themselues weare in resort, To Deities Dances; and her Fathers Court. Grac't at all parts; they brought to Heauen her graces; Whose first sight seene; all fell into embraces; Hugg'd her white bands; saluted; wishing, all, To weare her Maiden Flowre in festiuall Of sacred Hymen: and to leade her home. All, to all admiration, ouercome With Cytheræa, with the violet Crowne. So, to the black-Browd-sweet-spoke; All Renowne; Prepare my Song; and giue me, in the end, The victory; to whose Palme, all contend. So shall my Muse, for euer honour thee, And (for thy sake) thy faire Posteritie.