With myriad flags and streamers of all dye,
Sway’d like a hanging garden over-head,
Amid whose blossoms stood the royal bride,
A fairer Venus than did ever float
Over the seas to her dominions
Arm’d with the arrows of diviner love.
Then to the sound of trump and clarion
The royal galley, and with her forty more
That follow’d in her wake as on their queen,
Weigh’d, shook out sail, and dipp’d all oars at once,