iana, (that the Golden Spyndle, moues; And loftie soundes, as wel as Bacchus loues A bashfull Virgine, and of fearefull hearts The Death-affecter, with delighted Darts; By Sire, and Mother, Phœbus Sister borne; Whose Thigh, the Golden Falchion doth adorne) I sing; who, likewise, ouer Hills of shade, And Promontories, that vast windes muade; (Amorous of Hunting) bends her all-gold Bowe; And sigh-begetting Arrows doth bestowe, In fates so dreadfull; that the Hill-Tops quake; And Bristlde woods, their leauie foreheads shake; Horrors inuade Earth; and fishie Seas Impassiond furies; nothing can appeare The dying Braies of Beasts; and her Delight In so much Death, affects so with affright, Euen all inanimate natures. For while shee Her sports applies; Their generall Progenie Shee all waies, turnes vpon, to All their Banes: Yet, when her fierie Pleasures finde their wanes; (Her yeelding Bowe unbent) to th'ample House (Seated in Delphos, rich, and Populous) Of her deare Brother, her Retreats aduance. Where, Th'Instauration of delightsome Dance Amongst the Muses, and the Graces, shee Giues forme; In which, her selfe the Regencie (Her vnbent Bowe hung up; and casting on A gracious Robe) assumes; and first sets gone The Dances Entrie; to which, all send forth Their heauenly voices; and aduance the worth Of her faire-anckl'd Mother; since, to light Shee Children brought, the farr most exquisite In Counsailes, and Performances; of all The Goddesses, that grace the heauenly Hall. Haile then, Latona's faire-hayrd seede, & Ioues; My song shall euer, call to Minde your Loues.