And gentle sprite deforme with rude rusticity.
But to this faire Belphœbe in her berth ii
The heauens so fauourable were and free,
Looking with myld aspect vpon the earth,
In th’Horoscope of her natiuitee,
That all the gifts of grace and chastitee
On her they poured forth of plenteous horne;
Ioue laught on Venus from his soueraigne see,
And Phœbus with faire beames did her adorne,
And all the Graces rockt her cradle being borne.