PROMETHEUS

Entheus and Orpheus names both deer to me, In equal balance I your Third will be In this nights honour, view these heaven born Stars, Who by my stealth are become Sublunars. How well their native beauty's fit this place, Which with a choral danee they first shall grace, Then shall their forms to humane figures turn, And these bright fires within their bosoms burn. Orpheus apply thy music for it well Helps to induce a Courtly miracle. Entheus, Thy counsels are divine and joust, Let Orpheus deck thy Hymn, since pray we must. So, pause awhile, and come ye fiery spirits, Break forth the earthlike sparks t'attend these Knights. WAit spirits wait, while through the clouds we And by descending gain a hire place. (pace, The good old Sage is silenced, her free tongue That made such melody, is now unstrung: Then grace her Trophy with a dance triumphant, Where Orpheus is none can fit music want. So be it ever, joy and peace, And mutual love give you increase, That your posterity may grow In fame, as long as Seas do flow. Cease, cease your wooing strife, see Jove intends, To fill your number up, and make all friends, Orpheus, and Eutheus, join your skills once more, And with a Hymn the Diety implore. Powerful Jove, that hast given four, Raise this number but once more, That complete, their numerous feet May aptly in joust measures meet.