And I her shepheard's swain,
Albe forswonk and forswat I am.
"I see Calliope speed her to the place,
Where my goddess shines;
And after her the other Muses trace,
With their violins.
Be they not bay-branches which they do bear,
All for Elisa in her hand to wear?
So sweetly they play,
And sing all the way,