Nimphes. _Lofty _Vrania_ then we call to thee, To whom the Heauens for euer opened be, 470 Thou th' Asterismes by name dost call, And shewst when they doe rise and fall Each Planets force, and dost diuine His working, seated in his Signe, And how the starry Frame still roules Betwixt the fixed stedfast Poles._ Chorus. Vrania _aske of _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._ 480 The fourth Nimphall CLORIS and MERTILLA. _Chaste _Cloris_ doth disclose the shames Of the Felician frantique Dames,_ Mertilla _striues t' apease her woe, To golden wishes then they goe._ _Mertilla._ Why how now _Cloris_, what, thy head Bound with forsaken Willow? Is the cold ground become thy bed? The grasse become thy Pillow? O let not those life-lightning eyes In this sad vayle be shrowded, Which into mourning puts the Skyes, To see them ouer-clowded. _Cloris._ O my _Mertilla_ doe not praise These Lampes so dimly burning, 10 Such sad and sullen lights as these Were onely made for mourning: Their obiects are the barren Rocks With aged Mosse o'r shaded; Now whilst the Spring layes forth her Locks With blossomes brauely braded. _Mertilla._ O _Cloris_, Can there be a Spring, O my deare Nimph, there may not, Wanting thine eyes it forth to bring, Without which Nature cannot: 20 Say what it is that troubleth thee Encreast by thy concealing, Speake; sorrowes many times we see Are lesned by reuealing.