¶ A sayd Appolo ye wende I had forgete.
¶ You for my lady Dyana the goddesse.
¶ Nay thynke not so for I wyll you entrete.
¶ As well as her wythoute longe processe.
¶ wyll ye agre that Phebus your maystresse.
¶ May haue the guydyng of your varyaunce.
¶ I shall abyde quod he / her ordynaunce.
¶ Wel than quod appolo I pray you goddis all
¶ And goddesses that ben here presente.
¶ That ye companable wyll aborde falle.
¶ Nay than sayd Othea it is not conuenyente.
¶ A dew ordre in euery place is expedyente.
¶ To be hadde wherfore ye may not lette.
¶ To be your own marshal at your own banket
¶ And whan appolo se it wolde none other be
¶ He called to hym Aurora the goddesse.
¶ And sayd though ye wepe ye shall before me.
¶ Ay kepe your course and put yourself in presse
¶ Soo he her set fyrste at his owne messe.
¶ wyth her moyst clothes with teres all be spreynt
¶ The medewes in may shew therof her compleint
¶ Next her sat Mars myghty god and strong
¶ wyth a flamme of fyre enuyroned all about
¶ A crown of yron on his hede a spere in his hond
¶ It semed by his chere as he wold haue fought.
¶ And next vnto hym as I perceyue mought.
¶ Sat the goddesse Dyana in a mantell fyne.
¶ Of black sylke purfyled with poudred ermine
¶ Lyke as he had take the mantell & the rynge
¶ And next vnto her arayed roally.
¶ Sat the god Iupyter in his demenynge.
¶ Full sad and wyse he semed sykerly.
¶ A crowne of tynne stood on his hede.
¶ And that I recorde of all phylosophers.
¶ that lytyll store of Coyne kepe in her cofres.
¶ Ioyned to hym in syttyng next there was
¶ The goddesse Iuno full rychely besene.
¶ In a sercote that shone as bryght as glas
Of goldsmyth werk with spangles wrought bedene
¶ Of royall ryches wanted she none I wene.
¶ And next to her sat the god saturne.
¶ That oft syth causeth many one to morne.
¶ But he was clad me thought straungely
¶ For of froste & snowe was all his aray.
¶ In his honde he helde a fawchon all blody
¶ It semed by his chere as he wold make a frai
¶ A baudryck of Isykles about his necke gaye
¶ He had and aboue on hygh on his hede.
¶ Couchid with hayl stones he wered a croun of lede
¶ And nexte in ordre was set by his syde.
¶ Ceres the goddesse in a garmente.
¶ Of sacke cloth made with sleues large & wyde
¶ Embrowdered wyth sheues and sycles bent
¶ Of all maner greynes she sealed the patente.
¶ In token that she was goddes of corne.
¶ Olde Poetes saye she beryth the heruest horn
¶ Then was there set the god cupydo·
¶ All fresshe & galaunte and costly in aray.
¶ Wyth ouches and rynges he was beset so.
¶ the paleys therof shon as though it had be day
¶ A kerchyff of plesauns stood ouer his helm ay
¶ The goddesse Ceres he loked in the face.
¶ And wyth one arme he her dyde enbrace.
¶ Next to Cupido in order by and by
¶ Of wordly wysdum sat the forteresse.
¶ Called Othea chyef grounde of polycy.
¶ Reuler of knyghthode of prudence the goddes
¶ Clad all in purpure was she more & lesse.
¶ Saaf on her hede a crowne there stode.
¶ Couched wyth perles oryent fyne & good.