Emaricdulfe :: :: University of Virginia Library

Let gorgeous Tytan blush for of her haire
Each trannel checks his brightest summers shine:
The cleerest Comets drop within the aire
To see them dim'd with those her glorious eine:
Iuno for state she matchles doth disgrace,
Surpassing eke for stature Dyan tall,
Venus for faire, faire Venus for her face,
In whose sweet lookes are heap't the graces all:
For wisedome may she make comparison
With Pallas, yet I wrong her ouer-much:
For who so sounds her policies each one,
Will sweare Trytonias wit was neuer such:
Her she exceeds, though she exceed all other,
Being Ioues great daughter borne without a mother.