ts tuckt vp to the knees,
Buskins about her legs, through which he sees
A skin so white, that neuer did his eie
Beholde so chaste, so pure, so sweet a die:
Her vpper bodies when he did beholde,
They seemd all glistring to be made of gold,
But he perceiued, being somewhat nere,
It was the beautie of her dangling haire,
Which from her head hung downe vnto her waste,
And such a bright and orient colour cast.
About her necke she ware a precious stone,
A high pris'd, matchlesse, sparkling diamond,
But poising it with her transpiercing eye,
Shewd like a candle when the Sun is by.
The louely boy was taken with the hooke,
The more he gazd, the more still was he strooke;
A thousand amourous glances he doth throwe,
And those recoild, seconds a thousands moe.
At last the boy being danted by her feature,
Makes his speech prologue to so admir'd a creature:
Celestiall goddesse, sprung from heauenly race,
_Ioues_ sweetest offpring, shew me but what place
Thou doest inhabit, where thy Temple stands,
That I may offer with vnspotted hands
On thy deere Altar; and vpon thy praise
Sing glorious hymnes and sweet tun'd roundelays;
But o most happy if I were thy Priest,
To celebrate thy vigils and thy feast.
If it be _Paphos_ and thou loues sweet Queene,
Rose cheekt _Adonis_ would that I had beene;
Or if nights gouernesse, the pale-fac'd Moone,
For thy sake would I were _Endymion_:
But if no goddesse, yet of heauenly birth,
And not disdainst poore men that liue on earth,
If thou hast any Loue, would I were he,
Or if thou wantst one, fix thy loue on me.
With that she blusht, and smiling lookt vpon him;
But here she left: for _Philos_ comming in,
Brake off her tale, and then they all deuise
For state and show, how they may solemnise
Their nuptials: each minute seemes a day,
Till the slow houres had stolne the night away:
But morne being come, theres none can tell the blis
That they conceiu'd, without the like were his.
The golden Sun did cherish vp the day,
And chas'd the foggie mists and slime away,
And gentle _Zephyre_ with perfumed breath
Stealing the sweets from off the flowry earth,
Doth mildly breathe among the enamord trees,
Kissing their leafie locks, which like still seas
Waue vp and downe: and on the sprigs there stood
The feathred Quiristers of the shadowy wood,
Warbling forth layes of piercing melodie,
Measuring t