Nimphes. Euterpe _next to thee we will proceed, That first sound'st out the Musick on the Reed, 410 With breath and fingers giu'ng life, To the shrill Cornet and the Fyfe. Teaching euery stop and kaye, To those vpon the Pipe that playe, Those which Wind-Instruments we call Or soft, or lowd, or greate, or small,_ Chorus. Euterpe _aske of _Phebus_ to inspire, Vs for his Alters with his holyest fire And let his glorious euer-shining Rayes Giue life and growth to our Elizian Bayes._ 420 Nimphes. Terpsichore _that of the Lute and Lyre, And Instruments that sound with Cords and wyere, That art the Mistres, to commaund The touch of the most Curious hand, When euery Quauer doth Imbrace His like in a true Diapase, And euery string his sound doth fill Toucht with the Finger or the Quill._ Chorus. Terpsichore, _craue _Phebus_ to inspire Vs for his Alters with his holyest fier 430 And let his glorious euer-shining Rayes Giue life and growth to our Elizian Bayes._ Nimphes. _Then _Erato_ wise muse on thee we call, In Lynes to vs that do'st demonstrate all, Which neatly, with thy staffe and Bowe, Do'st measure, and proportion showe; Motion and Gesture that dost teach That euery height and depth canst reach, And do'st demonstrate by thy Art What nature else would not Impart._ 440 Chorus. _Deare _Erato_ craue _Phebus_ to inspire Vs for his Alters with his holyest fire, And let his glorious euer-shining Rayes, Giue life and growth to our Elizian Bayes._ Nimphes. _To thee then braue _Caliope_ we come Thou that maintain'st, the Trumpet, and the Drum; The neighing Steed that louest to heare, Clashing of Armes doth please thine eare, In lofty Lines that do'st rehearse Things worthy of a thundring verse, 450 And at no tyme are heard to straine, On ought that suits a Common vayne._ Chorus. Caliope_, craue _Phebus_ to inspire, Vs for his Alters with his holyest fier, And let his glorious euer-shining Rayes, Giue life and growth to our Elizian Bayes._ Nimphes. _Then _Polyhymnia_ most delicious Mayd, In Rhetoricks Flowers that art arayd, In Tropes and Figures, richly drest, The Fyled Phrase that louest best, 460 That art all Elocution, and The first that gau'st to vnderstand The force of wordes in order plac'd And with a sweet deliuery grac'd._ Chorus. _Sweet Muse perswade our _Phœbus_ to inspire Vs for his Altars, with his holiest fire, And let his glorious euer shining Rayes Giue life and growth to our Elizian Bayes._