ters a cover.
Close joyn'd to th'walls, the Nymphs coole Arbour stands,
Which to the Sunny shore commands;
By these a banke of Vines, which th'neighbour Trench
With milder waves doth daily drench.

Majore nusquam stagna Neptuno sonant,
Aut aestuantis Larii,
Aut qui severo tangit Albanus lacu
Inenatabilem Styga:
Aut quae procellis gaudet, & magno fremit
Superba ponto Julia:
Nec major usquam spumat, & rupes truci
Benacus assultat salo.
Intonsa curvo monte circumstant juga,
Mitesque despectant aquas.

Nowhere the Lakes with fuller Sea doth roare,
Either of _Larius_ that boyles o're,
Or rough _Albanus_ whose troubled waves doe mix
With the unnavigable Styx:
Not stormy _Julia_, when her swelling pride
Most rageth in her highest tyde:
_Benacus_ doth not raise more froth, when he
Assaults the rocks with fiercest Sea.
With rugged tops the bending mountaines round
Upon the slow calme streames looke downe.

Nivosus illinc terga Romanus movet,
Caeloque diducit minas:
Illinc caducis ilicem quassat comis
Sublime Cymini caput:
Crudumque Boream frangit impotentibus
Depraeliaturum Notis,
Terrisque late regnat, & caeli minis
Opponit hibernum latus.

_Romanus_ here his snowy back up-reares.
And drawes downe envy from the starres:
The lofty head of _Cyminus_ here shakes
The Oke with trembling leaves which quakes,
And holds off _Boreas_, when his rawer blasts
'Gainst the weake Southerne winds he casts,
Commands the Country farre, and out he sets
His Winter sides against Heavens threats.

Amica sternit interim lacum quies,
Fluctusque fluctu nititur,
Et ipsa secum pigra luctatur Thetis,
Aquaeque colludunt aquis:
Quas vel carina, vel citata turgido
Findit phaselus linteo:
Pinnaque late vitreum cogens pecus
Velente lino truditur,
Setaque piscem ducit, & raris procul
Lacum coronat retibus.

Meane while a pleasant calme doth smooth the Lake,
The waves 'gainst one another breake,
Mild _Thetis_ selfe, with her own selfe finds sport,
And waters doe the waters court:
Through which a ship doth cut, with pleasant gales,
Or nimble Barke with swelling sayles:
The large-fin'd Chrystall cattell as they goe
Are forced whether they will or no