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The ruddy Horses of the Rosie morne
Out of the Easterne gates had newly borne
Their blushing Mistresse in her golden Chaire,
Spreading new light throughout our Hemispheare.
When fairest Cælia with a louelier crew
Of Damsels then braue Latmus euer knew
Came forth to meet the Youngsters, who had here
Cut downe an Oake that long withouten peere
Bore his round head imperiously aboue
His other Mates there, consecrate to Ioue.
The wished time drew on: and Cælia now
(That had the same for her white arched brow)
While all her louely fellowes busied were
In picking off the Iems from Tellus haire,
Made tow'rds the Creeke, where Philocel vnspide,
(Of Maid or Shepherd that their May-games plide)
Receiu'd his wish'd-for Cælia, and begun
To steere his Boat contrary to the Sun,
Who could haue wish'd another in his place
To guide the Carre of light, or that his race
Were to haue end (so he might blesse his hap)
In Cælia's bosome, not in Thetis lap.
The Boat oft danc'd for ioy of what it held:
The hoist-vp Saile, not quicke but gently sweld,
And often shooke, as fearing what might fall,
Ere she deliuer'd what she went withall.
Winged Argestes, faire Aurora's sonne,
Licenc'd that day to leaue his Dungeon,
Meekly attended and did neuer erre,
Till Cælia grac'd our Land and our Land her.
As through the waues their loue-fraught Wherry ran,
A many Cupids, each set on his Swan,
Guided with reines of gold and siluer twist
The spotlesse Birds about them as they list:
Which would haue sung a Song (ere they were gone),
Had vnkinde Nature giuen them more then one;
Or in bestowing that had not done wrong,
And made their sweet liues forfeit one sad song.
Out of the Easterne gates had newly borne
Their blushing Mistresse in her golden Chaire,
Spreading new light throughout our Hemispheare.
When fairest Cælia with a louelier crew
Of Damsels then braue Latmus euer knew
Came forth to meet the Youngsters, who had here
Cut downe an Oake that long withouten peere
Bore his round head imperiously aboue
His other Mates there, consecrate to Ioue.
The wished time drew on: and Cælia now
(That had the same for her white arched brow)
While all her louely fellowes busied were
In picking off the Iems from Tellus haire,
Made tow'rds the Creeke, where Philocel vnspide,
(Of Maid or Shepherd that their May-games plide)
Receiu'd his wish'd-for Cælia, and begun
To steere his Boat contrary to the Sun,
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To guide the Carre of light, or that his race
Were to haue end (so he might blesse his hap)
In Cælia's bosome, not in Thetis lap.
The Boat oft danc'd for ioy of what it held:
The hoist-vp Saile, not quicke but gently sweld,
And often shooke, as fearing what might fall,
Ere she deliuer'd what she went withall.
Winged Argestes, faire Aurora's sonne,
Licenc'd that day to leaue his Dungeon,
Meekly attended and did neuer erre,
Till Cælia grac'd our Land and our Land her.
As through the waues their loue-fraught Wherry ran,
A many Cupids, each set on his Swan,
Guided with reines of gold and siluer twist
The spotlesse Birds about them as they list:
Which would haue sung a Song (ere they were gone),
Had vnkinde Nature giuen them more then one;
Or in bestowing that had not done wrong,
And made their sweet liues forfeit one sad song.
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