See how by their weake influence they,
The strongest of mens actions sway.
In an inferiour orbe below,
Wee'le see Calisto loosely throw
Her haire abroad: as she did weare,
The self-same beauty in a Beare,
As when she a cold Virgin stood,
And yet inflam'd Joves lustfull blood.
Then looke on Lede, whose faire beames
By their reflection guild those streames,