iana praise (Muse) that in Darts delights; Liues still a Maid; & had nutritiall rights With her borne-Brother, the farr-shooting Sunn. That doth her all of Gold-made-Chariot runn In Chace of Game; from Meles that abounds In black-browd Bull-rushes; (and where her Hounds, She first vncouples; ioyning there, her Horse) Through Smyrna; carried in most fiery course To Grape-rich Claros. Where (in his rich home, And constant expectation she will come) Sits Phœbus, that the siluer Bowe doth beare; To meete with Phœbe, that doth Darts transferre As farr as He his shafts. As farr then, be Thy chaste Fame shot (O Queene of Archerie) Sacring my song, to euery Deitie.