Resisting poyson often prou’d
By those about that beare it. 110
The cheerfull Ruby then, much lou’d,
That doth reuiue the spirit,
Whose kinde to large extensure growne
The colour so enflamed,
Is that admired mighty stone
The Carbunckle that’s named,
Which from it such a flaming light
And radiency eiecteth,
That in the very dark’st of night
The eye to it directeth. 120
The yellow Iacynth, strengthening Sense,
Of which who hath the keeping,
No Thunder hurts nor Pestilence,
And much prouoketh sleeping: 
The Chrisolite, that doth resist
Thirst, proued, neuer failing,
The purple colored Amatist,
’Gainst strength of wine prevailing;
The verdant gay greene Smaragdus,
Most soueraine ouer passion:  130
The Sardonix approu’d by vs
To master Incantation. 
Then that celestiall colored stone
The Saphyre, heauenly wholly,
Which worne, there wearinesse is none,
And cureth melancholly: 
The Lazulus, whose pleasant blew
With golden vaines is graced;
The Iaspis, of so various hew,
Amongst our other placed; 140
The Onix from the Ancients brought,
Of wondrous Estimation,
Shall in amongst the rest be wrought
Our sacred Shryne to fashion;
The Topas, we’ll stick here and there,
And sea-greene colored Berill,
And Turkesse, which who haps to beare
Is often kept from perill,
To Selenite, of Cynthia’s_ light,
So nam’d, with her still ranging, 150
Which as she wanes or waxeth bright
Its colours so are changing. 
With Opalls, more then any one,
We’ll deck thine Altar fuller,
For that of euery precious stone,
It doth retaine some colour;
With bunches of Pearle Paragon
Thine Altars vnderpropping,
Whose base is the Cornelian,
Strong bleeding often stopping:  160
With th’ Agot, very oft that is
Cut strangely in the Quarry,
As Nature ment to show in this,
How she her selfe can varry: 
With worlds of Gems from Mines and Seas
Elizium well might store vs: 
But we content our selues with these
That readiest lye before vs: 
And thus O Phoebus most diuine
Thine Altars still we hallow, 170
And to thy Godhead reare this Shryne
Our onely wise Apollo._

The tenth Nimphall

NAIIS, CLAIA, CORBILVS, SATYRE.

A Satyre on Elizium lights, Whose vgly shape the Nimphes affrights, Yet when they heare his iust complaint, They make him an Elizian Saint.

Corbilus.

What; breathles Nimphs? bright Virgins let me know
What suddaine cause constraines ye to this haste? 
What haue ye seene that should affright ye so? 
What might it be from which ye flye so fast? 
I see your faces full of pallid feare,
As though some perill followed on your flight;
Take breath a while, and quickly let me heare
Into what danger ye haue lately light.