SIBYL

Alas poor Pan, look how he looks Sister, fitter to draw in a Harvest wain, then talk of love to chaste Virgins, would you have us both? And many Dotterels with one dance. The follies of the Gods, who became beasts, for their affections. Men's tongues, wrought all with double stitch but not one true. Thus, women's tongues are made of the same flesh that their hearts are, and speak as they think: Men's hearts of the flesh that their tongues, and both dissemble, But prithee Pan be packing, thy words are as odious as thy fight and we attend a fight which is more glorious, then the sun rising. No, but one that will make Jupiter blush as guilty of his unchaste jugglings, and Juno dismayed as wounded at her Majesty. What our mother hath often told us, and fame the whole world, cannot be concealed from thee; if it be, we will tell thee, which may hereafter make thee sur cease thy suit, for fear of her displeasure, and honour virginity, by wondering at her virtues. This way comes the Queen of this Island, the wonder of the world, and nature's glory, leading affections in fetters, Virginities slaves: embracing mildness with Ju stice, Majesties twins. In whom nature hath imprinted beauty, not art painted it; in whom wit hath bred lear ning, but not without labour; labour brought forth wise dome, but not without wonder. By her it is (Pan) that all our Carttes that thou seest, are laden with Corn, when in other countries they are filled with Harness, that our horses are led with a whip: theirs with a Lance, that our Rivers flow with fish, theirs with blood: our cattle feed on pastures, they feed on pastures Like cattle: One hand she stretcheth to France, to weaken Rebels; the other to Flanders, to strengthen Religion; her heart to both Countries, her virtues to all. This is she at whom Envy hath shot all her arrows, and now for anger broke her bow, on whom God hath laid all his blessings, & we for joy clap our hands, heedless treason goes head less; and close treachery restless: Danger looks pale to behold her Majesty; & tyranny blusheth to hear of her mercy. Jupiter came into the house of poor Baucis, & she vouchsafeth to visit the bore Farms of her subjects. We upon ̄ our knees, will entreat her to come into the valley, that our houses may be blessed with her presence, whose hearts are filled with quietness by her government. To her we wish as many years, as our fields have ears of corn, both infinite: and to her enemies, as many troubles, as the Wood hath leaves, all intolerable. But whist, here she is, run down Pan the hill in all hast, and though thou break thy neck to give our mother warning, it is no matter.