owth to our Elizian Bayes._

Nimphes. _To thee then braue _Caliope_ we come
Thou that maintain'st, the Trumpet, and the Drum;
The neighing Steed that louest to heare,
Clashing of Armes doth please thine eare,
In lofty Lines that do'st rehearse
Things worthy of a thundring verse, 450
And at no tyme are heard to straine,
On ought that suits a Common vayne._

Chorus. Caliope_, craue _Phebus_ to inspire,
Vs for his Alters with his holyest fier,
And let his glorious euer-shining Rayes,
Giue life and growth to our Elizian Bayes._

Nimphes. _Then _Polyhymnia_ most delicious Mayd,
In Rhetoricks Flowers that art arayd,
In Tropes and Figures, richly drest,
The Fyled Phrase that louest best, 460
That art all Elocution, and
The first that gau'st to vnderstand
The force of wordes in order plac'd
And with a sweet deliuery grac'd._

Chorus. _Sweet Muse perswade our _Phoebus_ to inspire
Vs for his Altars, with his holiest fire,
And let his glorious euer shining Rayes
Giue life and growth to our Elizian Bayes._

Nimphes. _Lofty _Vrania_ then we call to thee,
To whom the Heauens for euer opened be, 470
Thou th' Asterismes by name dost call,
And shewst when they doe rise and fall
Each Planets force, and dost diuine
His working, seated in his Signe,
And how the starry Frame still roules
Betwixt the fixed stedfast Poles._

Chorus. Vrania _aske of _Phoebus_ to inspire
Vs for his Altars with his holiest fire,
And let his glorious euer-shining Rayes
Giue life and growth to our Elizian Bayes._ 480

The fourth Nimphall

CLORIS and MERTILLA.

_Chaste _Cloris_ doth disclose the shames
Of the Felician frantique Dames,_
Mertilla _striues t' apease her woe,
To golden wishes then they goe._

_Mertilla._ Why how now _Cloris_, what, thy head
Bound with forsaken Willow?
Is the cold ground become thy bed?
The grasse become thy Pillow?
O let not those life-lightning eyes
In this sad vayle be shrowded,
Which into mourning puts the Skyes,
To see them ouer-