O’er picturing that Venus where we see
The fancy outwork nature: on each side her
Stood pretty dimpled boys, like smiling Cupids
With divers-colour’d fans, whose wind did seem
To glow the delicate cheeks which they did cool,
And what they undid did
Her gentlewomen, like the Nereides
So many mermaids, tended her i’ the eyes
And made their bends adornings: at the helm
A seeming mermaid steers: the silken tackle