Mertilla. In the Posset must be brought,
    And Poynts be from the Bridegroome caught. 210

      Cloris. In Maskes, in Dances, and delight,
    And reare Banquets spend the night: 
    Then about the Roome we ramble,
    Scatter Nuts, and for them scramble: 
    Ouer Stooles, and Tables tumble,
    Neuer thinke of noyse nor rumble.

      Mertilla. } For our Tita_ is this day,
      Claia. } Married to a noble Fay._

The ninth Nimphall

MVSES and NIMPHS.

The Muses spend their lofty layes, Vpon Apollo_ and his prayse; The Nimphs with Gems his Alter build, This Nimphall is with Phoebus fild._

A Temple of exceeding state,
The Nimphes and Muses rearing,
Which they to Phoebus dedicate,
Elizium euer cheering: 
These Muses, and those Nimphes contend
This Phane to Phoebus offring,
Which side the other should transcend,
These praise, those prizes proffering,
And at this long appointed day,
Each one their largesse bringing, 10
Those nine faire Sisters led the way
Thus to Apollo singing.

  The Muses. Thou youthfull God that guid’st the howres,

The Muses thus implore thee,
By all those Names, due to thy powers,
By which we still adore thee.
Sol_, Tytan, Delius, Cynthius, styles
Much reuerence that have wonne thee,
Deriu’d from Mountaines as from Iles
Where worship first was done thee. 20
Rich Delos brought thee forth diuine,
Thy Mother thither driven,
At Delphos thy most sacred shrine,
Thy Oracles were giuen. 
In thy swift course from East to West,
They minutes misse to finde thee,
That bear’st the morning on thy breast,
And leau’st the night behinde thee. 
Vp to Olimpus top so steepe,
Thy startling Coursers currying; 30
Thence downe to Neptunes vasty deepe,
Thy flaming Charriot hurrying._
Eos_, Ethon, Phlegon, Pirois, proud,

The horses Their lightning Maynes aduancing: 
drawing the Breathing forth fire on euery cloud
Chariot of Vpon their Iourney prancing.
the Sunne.  Whose sparkling hoofes, with gold for speed
              Are shod, to scape all dangers,
              Where they upon Ambrosia feed,
              In their celestiall Mangers. 40
The Bright Colatina, that of hils mountaines Is Goddesse, and hath keeping
first Her Nimphes, the cleere Oreades wils
saluting the T’attend thee from thy sleeping. 
Sunne at his Great Demogorgon_ feeles thy might,
rising.  His Mynes about him heating: