These prince-borne damzels seemd to flye:
Their soft young cheekebales to the eye
Are of the fresh vermilion dye.
So lillies out of scarlet peere,
So roses of the vernall yeere,
So shoote two wanton starrs y-feere[16]
From the eternall burning spheere.
The child-gods gracefull paradise,
They joyntly purpose to invise:[17]
And lovely emulations rise,