a birth,
as shall abash the Virgins of our earth.
smoake Goulden censors vpon _Paphos_ shrine,
drinke deep _Leneus_ to this worke of mine.

_Cupid_ to _Thracia_ went to heare a Song
of _Orpheus_, to whome euen Tygers came,
And left their sauage Nature, if there long
they did with his sweet Melodie remaine.
Wolues lost their preyes, and by signes praid him sing
Beasts left the Lyon, and chose him their King.
_Cecropian_ Apes did on his musicke waite,
Yet of them all, not one could immitate.

Tis saide when _Orpheus_ dyed, he did descend
To the infernall, so the _Furies_ boast:
Where now they giue him leaue his eies to bend
without all feare, on her whome he once lost,
By a regardant looke, but tis not so:
_Ioue_ not reseru'd such musicke for belowe,
But placed him amongst celestiall stars,
To keep the Scorpion, Lyon, Beare from Iars.

For euer since the fall of _Phaeton_,
that then displaced, them they were at strife
For their degrees, till his alluring Tone.
who though in death hath the office of his life.
Though more diuinely: and where he attracts,
More glorious bodies to admire his actes.
Faire stranger shape of creature, and of beast,
With his concordant tunes, plac'd them in rest.

The Dittie was (and _Cupid_ lent an eare)
Vpon the death of his _Euridice_:
Which still he sung, as if his former feare,
Of loosing her was now, or else would be.
The Eccho beate the noyse vp to the Spheares,
And to his passionate song, Gods bent their eares.
It was a signe, he was new come from hell,
Their tunes so sad, he immitates so well.

Such passion it did strike vpon the earth,
that _Daphnes_ roote groan'd for _Apollo's_ wrong:
_Hermophrodite_ wept shewers and wisht his birth
had neuer bin, or that he more had clung
To _Salmacis_, and _Clitie_ grieued in vaine:
_Leueothoes_ wrong, the occasion of her baine,
my wilful eie (this should the burthen be)
Hath rob'd me of, twice slaine _Euridice_.

_Cicnus_ stil proud though he confuted be,
for _Phaetons_ losse, would needs afresh complaine
Thinking therewith to singe as sweet as he,
but pittiles he sung and dyed in vaine.
Eccho was pleas'd with voice resounding brim
as proud to loose her shape to answer him.
Hether resorted more then wel could heare,
but on my Muse, & speake what chansed there.

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