ey were right glad,
By this they found that _Helicon_ still had
That vertue it did anciently retaine
When _Orpheus Lynus_ and th' Ascrean Swaine
Tooke lusty Rowses, which hath made their Rimes,
To last so long to all succeeding times. 120
And now amongst this beauteous Beauie here,
Two wanton Nimphes, though dainty ones they were,
_Naijs_ and _Cloe_ in their female fits
Longing to show the sharpnesse of their wits,
Of the _nine Sisters_ speciall leaue doe craue
That the next Bout they two might freely haue,
Who hauing got the suffrages of all,
Thus to their Rimeing instantly they fall.

Naijs. _Amongst you all let us see
Who ist opposes mee, 130
Come on the proudest she
To answere my dittye._

Cloe. _Why _Naijs_, that am I,
Who dares thy pride defie.
And that we soone shall try
Though thou be witty._

Naijs. Cloe _I scorne my Rime
Should obserue feet or time,
Now I fall, then I clime,
Where i'st I dare not._ 140

Cloe. _Giue thy Invention wing,
And let her flert and fling,
Till downe the Rocks she ding,
For that I care not._

Naijs. _This presence delights me,
My freedome inuites me,
The Season excytes me,
In Rime to be merry._

Cloe. _And I beyond measure,
Am rauisht with pleasure, 150
To answer each Ceasure,
Untill thou beist weary._

Naijs. _Behold the Rosye Dawne,
Rises in Tinsild Lawne,
And smiling seemes to fawne,
Vpon the mountaines._

Cloe. _Awaked from her Dreames,
Shooting foorth goulden Beames
Dansing vpon the Streames
Courting the Fountaines._ 160

Naijs. _These more then sweet Showrets,
Intice vp these Flowrets,
To trim vp our Bowrets,
Perfuming our Coats._

Cloe. _Whilst the Birds billing
Each one with his Dilling
The thickets still filling
With Amorous Noets._

Naijs. _The Bees vp in hony rould,
More then their thighes can hould, 170
Lapt in their liquid gould,
Their Treasure vs Bringing._

Cloe. _To these Rillets purling
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