And adde to th' wondring heavens a new flame,
Shee'le celebrate the Genius of your name.
Wilde with another rage, inspir'd by love,
She charmes the Myrtles of the Idalian grove.
And while she gives the Cyprian stormes a law,
Those wanton Doves which Cythereia draw
Through th' am'rous ayre: Admire what power doth sway
The Ocean, and arrest them in their way.
She sings Castara then. O she more bright,
Than is the starry Senate of the night;