TO DIANA. 99 TO DIANA. HAIL, beauteous Dian, queen of shades, That are by her allowed. Virginity we all profess, Abjure the worldly vain excess, Than we to her have vowed. The shepherds, satyrs, nymphs, and fawns, Come, to the forest let us go, The fairies dance and satyrs sing, The shepherds, satyrs, &c., &c. Our food is honey from the bees, The shepherds, satyrs, &c., &c. Thomas Heywood. 100 INVOCATION TO DIANA. INVOCATION TO DIANA. QUEEN and huntress, chaste and fair, Earth, let not thy envious shade Cynthia's shining orb was made Lay thy bow of pearl apart, And thy crystal-shining quiver: Give unto the flying hart Space to breathe how short soever; B. Jonson. TO APOLLO. ΙΟΙ TO APOLLO. SING to Apollo, god of day, Whose golden beams with morning play, Sing to Phoebus and that throne To Physic and to Poesy's king. Crown all his altars with bright fire, To the glittering Delian king. J. Lylye. SHAKE off your heavy trance, Such as no mortals use to tread; Fit only for Apollo To play to, for the moon to lead, And all the stars to follow! F. Beaumont. HOLIDAY IN ARCADIA. 103 HOLIDAY IN ARCADIA. WOODMEN, shepherds, come away, With your heaven-aspiring airs While valleys with your echoes ring. Nymphs that dwell within these groves, Crown your golden hair with roses; |