Englands Parnassus: or the choysest flowers of our moderne poets, with their poeticall comparisons Descriptions of bewties, personages, castles, pallaces, mountaines, groues, seas, springs, riuers, &c. Whereunto are annexed other various discourses, both pleasaunt and profitable.

Maiestie. Pompe.

Looke as great Cinthia in her siluer Carre Rides in her progresse round about her sphere, Whose tendance is the faire eye-dazeling starres Trooping about her Chariot, that with cleere And glorious showes makes euery eye delight To gaze vpon the beautie of the night, Clad and attended with the worlds delight, So is the Queene in maiestie brought forth. Chr. Middleton.

Like trident-maced Neptune in his pride, Mounted vpon a Dolphin in a storme, Vpon the tossing billowes forth doth ride, About whose traine a thousand Tritons swarme: When Phaebus seemes to set the waues on fire, To shew his glory, and the Gods desire: Or like vnto the fiery-faced sunne, Vpon his wagon prauncing in the West, Whose blushing cheekes with flames seeme ouer-runne Whilst sweating thus he gallops to his rest: Such was the glory wherein now I stood,

Which makes the Barons sweat theyr deerest blood. M. Drayton.

As stately Thames inricht with many a flood And goodly riuers that haue made their graues And buried both theyr names and all theyr good vvithin his greatnes to augment his waues, Glides on with pompe of waters vnwithstood Vnto the Ocean, which his tribute craues, And layes vp all his wealth within that powre, vvhich in it selfe all greatnes doth deuoure: So flockt the mightie with theyr following traine Vnto the all-receauing Bullenbrooke. S. Daniell.

Then thou on thine imperiall Chariot set Crownd with a rich imperled Coronet, Whilst the Parisian dames as thy traine past Theyr precious incense in aboundance cast: As Cynthia from the waue-embateled shrowdes Opening the west, comes streming through the clowds, With shining troopes of siluer-tresled starres Attending on her as her Torch-bearers, And all the lesser lights about her throne, With admiration stand as lookers on, Whilst she alone in height of all her pride The Queene of light along her spheare doth glide. M. Drayton.