And the low world in measured motion draw
After the heavenly tune, [which none can hear]
[Of human mould with gross unpurged ear].
And yet such music worthiest were to blaze
The peerless height of her immortal praise 75
Whose lustre leads us, and for her most fit,
If my inferior hand or voice could hit
Inimitable sounds. Yet, as we go,
Whate’er the skill of lesser gods can show
I will assay, her worth to celebrate, 80