Make her a goodly Chapilet of azur'd Colombine,
And wreath about her Coronet with sweetest Eglentine:
Bedeck our Beta all with Lillies,
And the dayntie Daffadillies,
VVith Roses damask, white, and red, and fairest flower delice,
VVith Cowslips of Jerusalem, and cloues of Paradice.
O thou fayre torch of heauen, the dayes most deerest light,
And thou bright-shyning Cinthya, the glory of the night:
You starres the eyes of heauen,
And thou the glyding leuen,
And thou ô gorgeous Iris with all strange Colours dyed,
VVhen she streams foorth her rayes, then dasht is all your pride.
See how the day stands still, admiring of her face,
And time loe stretcheth foorth her armes, thy Beta to imbrace,
The Syrens sing sweete layes,
The Trytons sound her prayse,
Goe passe on Thames and hie thee fast vnto the Ocean sea,
And let thy billowes there proclaime thy Betas holy-day.
And water thou the blessed roote of that greene Oliue tree,
VVith whose sweete shadow, al thy bancks with peace preserued
Lawrell for Poets and Conquerours, (be,
And mirtle for Loues Paramours:
That fame may be thy fruit, the boughes preseru'd by peace,
And let the mournfist Cipres die, now stormes & tempests cease.