The Muses willèd him to love:
That instrument can aptly show,
How finely our conceits will move.
As Bacchus opes dissembled hearts,
So Love sets out our better parts."
"Stella, a nymph within this wood,
Most rare, and rich of heavenly bliss;
The highest in his fancy stood,
And she could well demerit this.
'Tis likely, they acquainted soon: