To LYDE. XXVIII.
He perswades her to spend Neptune's Festival more chearfully.
Reserved choice Cæcubian wine,
Stout LYDE, draw, what fitter for this Hour?
For NEPTUNE'S Festival-design?
Thy Wisdome strong too serious thoughts ore-power.
The Noon thou seest still faster run,
And yet as though swift Day did pausing stand
Dost spare to move that resting Tun,
Undrunk since Consul BIBULUS did command.
NEPTUNE with pure Sea-Nymphs, by course,
Green-hair'd Nereides I'l singing vaunt:
Latona, her who darts with force,
Swift DIAN thou to th' crooked Harp shalt chant:
VENUS (for cloze) whom Cnidus-town,
Clear Cyclades prefer; who Paphos-Isle,
View'd oft with yoaked Swans, doth crown:
Night too shall have her solemn Song fit stile.
