suffice,
In bare six foote of Earth, intombed lies,
And shew thee all the cost and curious art,
Which either _Cleops_ or our _Memphis_ boast:
Would you command a banquit in the Court,
Ile bring you to a Royall goulden bowre,
Fayrer then that wherein great _Ioue_ doth sit,
And heaues vp boles of _Nectar_ to his Queene,
A stately Pallace, whose fayre doble gates:
Are wrought with garnish'd Carued Iuory, 850
And stately pillars of pure bullion framd.
With Orient Pearles and Indian stones imbost,
With golden Roofes that glister like the Sunne,
Shalbe prepard to entertaine my Loue:
Or wilt thou see our _Academick_ Schooles,
Or heare our Priests to reason of the starres,
Hence _Plato_ fecht his deepe Philosophy:
And heere in Heauenly knowledg they excell.
_Antho._ More then most faire, another Heauen to me,
The starres where on Ile gaze shalbe thy face, 860
Thy morall deedes my sweete Philosophy,
_Venus_ the muse whose ayde I must implore:
O let me profit in this study best,
For Beauties scholler I am now prefest.
_Lord._ See how this faire _Egiptian_ Sorceres,
Enchantes these Noble warriars man-like mindes,
And melts their hearts in loue and wantones.
_Caes._ Most glorious Queene, whose cheerefull smiling words
Expell these cloudes that ouer cast my minde.
_Caesar_ will ioy in _Cleopatras_ ioy, 870
And thinke his fame no whit disparaged,
To change his armes, and deadly sounding droms,
For loues sweete Laies, and Lydian harmony,
And now hang vp these Idle instruments.
My warlike speare and vncontrouled crest:
My mortall wounding sword and siluer shield,
And vnder thy sweete banners beare the brunt,
Of peacefull warres and amarous Alarmes:
Why _Mars_ himselfe his bloudy rage alayd,
Dallying in _Venus_ bed hath often playd, 880
And great _Alcides_, when he did returne:
From _Iunos_ taskes, and _Nemean_ victories,
From monsters fell, and _Ncmean_ toyles:
Reposed himselfe in _Deianiras_ armes.
Heere will I pitch the pillars os my fame,
Heere the _non vltra_ of my labors write,
And with these Cheekes of Roses, lockes of Gold,
End my liues date, and trauayles manifould.
_Dolo._ How many lets do hinder vertuous mindes,
From the pu