¶ Ceres Song in emulation of Cinthia.
SWell Ceres now, for other Gods are shrinking,
Pomona pineth,
Fruitlesse her tree:
Faire Phaebus shineth
Onely on me.
Englands Helicon Casta placent superis, pura cum veste venite, et manibus puris sumite fontis aquam.
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- Englands Helicon Casta placent superis, pura cum veste venite, et manibus puris sumite fontis aquam.
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- At London :: Printed by I. R[oberts] for Iohn Flasket, and are to be sold in Paules Church-yard, at the signe of the Beare,
- 1600.
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Conceite dooth make me smile whilst I am thinking,
How euery one dooth reade my storie,
How euery bough on Ceres lowreth,
Cause heauen plenty on me powreth,
And they in leaues doo onely glorie,
All other Gods of power bereauen,
Ceres onely Queene of heauen.
With roabes and flowers let me be dressed,
Cinthia that shineth
Is not so cleare:
Cinthia declineth
When I appeare.
Yet in this Isle she raignes as blessed,
And euery one at her dooth wonder,
And in my eares still fond fame whispers
Cinthia shall be Ceres Mistres,
But first my Carre shall riue in sunder.
Helpe Phaebus helpe, my fall is suddaine:
Cinthia, Cinthia must be Soueraigne.
This Song was sung before her Maiestie, at Bissam,
the Lady Russels, in prograce. The Authors name
unknowne to me.