He Reuerend Rich-crownd, and Faire Queene, I sing;(Venus) that owes in Fate the fortressing,Of all Maritimall Cyprus. Where the forceOf gentle-breathing Zephire sterde her CourseAlong the waues of the resounding Sea;While, yet, vnborne, in that soft fome she laieThat brought her forth; whom those faire Howrs that beareThe Golden-bridles; ioyfully stood nere;Tooke vp into their armes; and put on herWeed's of a neuer-corruptible weare.On her immortall head, a Crowne they plac't;Elaborate; and with all the beauties grac'tThat Gold could giue it. Of a weight so great;That, to impose, aud take off; it had setThree 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 festiuallOf sacred Hymen: and to leade her home.All, to all admiration, ouercomeWith 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.
He Reuerend Rich-crownd, and Faire Queene, I sing;(Venus) that owes in Fate the fortressing,Of all Maritimall Cyprus. Where the forceOf gentle-breathing Zephire sterde her CourseAlong the waues of the resounding Sea;While, yet, vnborne, in that soft fome she laieThat brought her forth; whom those faire Howrs that beareThe Golden-bridles; ioyfully stood nere;Tooke vp into their armes; and put on herWeed's of a neuer-corruptible weare.On her immortall head, a Crowne they plac't;Elaborate; and with all the beauties grac'tThat Gold could giue it. Of a weight so great;That, to impose, aud take off; it had setThree 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 festiuallOf sacred Hymen: and to leade her home.All, to all admiration, ouercomeWith 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._-_fleuron_type_2.png)
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He Reuerend Rich-crownd, and Faire Queene, I sing;(Venus) that owes in Fate the fortressing,Of all Maritimall Cyprus. Where the forceOf gentle-breathing Zephire sterde her CourseAlong the waues of the resounding Sea;While, yet, vnborne, in that soft fome she laieThat brought her forth; whom those faire Howrs that beareThe Golden-bridles; ioyfully stood nere;Tooke vp into their armes; and put on herWeed's of a neuer-corruptible weare.On her immortall head, a Crowne they plac't;Elaborate; and with all the beauties grac'tThat Gold could giue it. Of a weight so great;That, to impose, aud take off; it had setThree 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 festiuallOf sacred Hymen: and to leade her home.All, to all admiration, ouercomeWith 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.