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Ceres Song in emulation of Cinthia.
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 

Ceres Song in emulation of Cinthia.

Swell Ceres now, for other Gods are shrinking,
Pomona pineth,
Fruitlesse her tree:
Faire Phæbus shineth
Onely on me.


Conceite dooth make me smile whilst I am thinking,
How euery one dooth reade my storie,
How euery bough on Ceres lowreth,
Cause heauen plenty on me powreth,
And they in leaues doo onely glorie,
All other Gods of power bereauen
Ceres onely Queene of heauen.
With roabes and flowers let me be dressed,
Cinthia that shineth
Is not so cleare:
Cinthia declineth
When I appeare.
Yet in this Isle she raignes as blessed,
And euery one at her dooth wonder,
And in my eares still fond fame whispers
Cinthia shall be Ceres Mistres,
But first my Carre shall riue in sunder.
Helpe Phæbus helpe, my fall is suddaine:
Cinthia, Cinthia must be Soueraigne.
 

This Song was sung before her Maiestie, at Bissam, the Lady Russels, in prograce. The Authors name vnknowne to me.