uc o quietis apta Musis otia,
Levesque Ludorum chori;
Huc feriantum Phoebe Musarum pater,
Huc hospitales Gratiae;
Huc delicatis ite permisti Jocis
Non inverecundi Sales:
Hic otiosi mite Bracciani solum
Vago coronemus pede.

Appeare ye spritefull Quire with choicest sports,
All pastime fit for _Phoebus_ Courts;
And Thou great Master of the Revels, joyne
The Graces, to thy Daughters nine;
Witt pure and quaint, with rich conceits and free
From all obscaene scurrilitie:
Here free from care, nimbly let's dance a round
Upon _Bracciano_'s softer ground.

Clemens supino clivus assurgit jugo,
Caelumq; paulatim subit,
Et solida subter terga scopulorum arduo
Securus insessu premit:
Arcisq; jactat inter alta turrium
Insigne propugnacula,
Timenda quondam Caesarum turmis ducum,
Timenda magno Borgiae,
Cum per minantum militum aratos globos
Metuenda jaceret fulmima,
Ageretque profugum Caesarem, & quassum metu;
Adusque promissum _Nihil_.

A gentle Cliffe from a steep Hill doth rise
That even to Heaven, mounts by degrees,
And safe, with uncouth passage, leanes upon
The solid backs, of Rocks and stone:
Whence 'mid'st the Bulwark'd Forts, we may descry
A displayd Banner from on hye,
Which to th'Imperiall force a terrour was,
A terrour to great _Borgias_,
When through the brasen troops of's threatning foes,
His fearfull thunder-bolts he throwes,
Pursuing routed _Caesar_, whom he brought
To that he promis'd him, to _nought_.

Hic ille magnus fraenat Etruscas opes
_Ursinus_ Heroum decus,
Haeres avitae laudis, & princeps caput
Magnaeq; laus Oenotriae.
Circum coruscis scena quercetis viret,
Caelumque verrit frondibus,
Suoque colles vestit, & patentibus
Sese theatris explicat.
Admota muris pone Nympharum domus
Aprica praebet littora:
Ripamque Baccho jungit, & vallum prope.
Lentis flagellat fluctibus.

Great _Ursin_ here puts reynes toth'_Tuscan_ pow're
The grace of _Heroes_ and the flow're;
Heire to his father's worth, chiefe guide and stay
And praise of great _Oenotria_.
A Bow're growes green, set round with trembling Okes
Which fanns the Heavens with gentle strokes.
It clothes the Hills, and spreads it selfe all over
To th'open Thea