The tenth muse lately sprung up in America or severall poems, compiled with great variety of vvit and learning, full of delight. Wherein especially is contained a compleat discourse and description of the four elements, constitutions, ages of man, seasons of the year. Together with an exact epitomie of the four monarchies, viz. The Assyrian, Persian, Grecian, Roman. Also a dialogue between Old England and New, concerning the late troubles. With divers other pleasant and serious poems. By a gentlewoman in those parts.

MErcury shew'd Apollo, Bartas Book, Minerva this, and wisht him well to look, And tell uprightly, which did which excell; He view'd, and view'd, and vow'd he could not tell. They bid him Hemisphear his mouldy nose, With's crackt leering-glasses, for it would pose The best brains he had in's old pudding-pan, Sex weigh'd, which best, the Woman, or the Man? He peer'd, and por'd, and glar'd, and said for wore, I'me even as wise now, as I was before: They both 'gan laugh, and said, it was no mar'l The Auth'resse was a right Du Bartas Girle. Good sooth quoth the old Don, tel, ye me so, I muse whither at length these Girls wil go; It half revives my chil frost-bitten blood, To see a woman once do, ought, that's good; And chode buy Chaucers Boots, and Homers Furrs, Ler men look to't, least women weare the Spurs.