Made no resistance, ne could her contraire,
But ready passage to her pleasure did prepaire.
Thence, to the Circle of the Moone she clambe, viii
Where Cynthia raignes in euerlasting glory,
To whose bright shining palace straight she came,
All fairely deckt with heauens goodly story;
Whose siluer gates (by which there sate an hory
Old aged Sire, with hower-glasse in hand,
Hight Tyme) she entred, were he liefe or sory:
Ne staide till she the highest stage had scand,