She with the seed of Ioue, the muses nine,
So frequent was in her yeares youthfull prime,
That she of them had learned power diuine
To quell proud loue, if loue at any time
In her pure brest aloft began to clime,
The praise of whom so chaste, and yet so faire,
Enuie’s foule selfe not iustly can impaire.
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In learning’s better part her skill was such,
That her sweet tongue could speake distinctiuely