As I beheld her princely port, yet trembling all for feare,
A sound of heau’nly harmony did pierce my pleased eare,
In rapture of whose sweet delight, as I did rauisht lie,
The goddesse dread whom fame forespoke did stand before mine eie,
The ladie of mount Helicon, the great Pierian dame,
From whom the learned sisters nine deriue their birth and name,
In golden garments clad she was, which time can neuer weare,
Nor fretting moth consume the same, which did embroydered beare
The acts of old Heröes dead, set downe in stately verse,
Which sitting by the horse-foot spring, Ioue’s daughters did rehearse: