Then crown’d they cups of wine, and with delight
At sumptuous feasts did sit, while belles did ring,
And sweet voic’d minstrels round about did sing,
Whose suppers sauour wrapt in clouds on high,
The friendly winds blew vp into the skie.
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And as the siluer moone in calmest night,
When she in shining coach the skies doth scale,
As golden starres, that in the heau’ns shine bright,
When gentle Auster blowes a pleasing gale,