And fruitful flocks, be every where to see:
Here no night-ravens lodge, more black than pitch,
Nor elvish ghosts, nor ghastly owls do flee;
But friendly Faeries, met with many Graces,
And lightfoot Nymphs, can chase the ling'ring Night
With heydeguys, and trimly trodden traces,
Whilst Sisters Nine, which dwell on Parnass height,
Do make them music for their more delight;
And Pan himself to kiss their crystal faces
Will pipe and dance, when Phœbe shineth bright: