The Sardonix approu'd by vs To master Incantation. Then that celestiall colored stone The Saphyre, heauenly wholly, Which worne, there wearinesse is none, And cureth melancholly: The Lazulus, whose pleasant blew With golden vaines is graced; The Iaspis, of so various hew, Amongst our other placed; 140 The Onix from the Ancients brought, Of wondrous Estimation, Shall in amongst the rest be wrought Our sacred Shryne to fashion; The Topas, we'll stick here and there, And sea-greene colored Berill, And Turkesse, which who haps to beare Is often kept from perill, To Selenite, of _Cynthia's_ light, So nam'd, with her still ranging, 150 Which as she wanes or waxeth bright Its colours so are changing. With Opalls, more then any one, We'll deck thine Altar fuller, For that of euery precious stone, It doth retaine some colour; With bunches of Pearle Paragon Thine Altars vnderpropping, Whose base is the Cornelian, Strong bleeding often stopping: 160 With th' Agot, very oft that is Cut strangely in the Quarry, As Nature ment to show in this, How she her selfe can varry: With worlds of Gems from Mines and Seas Elizium well might store vs: But we content our selues with these That readiest lye before vs: And thus O _Phœbus_ most diuine Thine Altars still we hallow, 170 And to thy Godhead reare this Shryne Our onely wise _Apollo_._ The tenth Nimphall NAIIS, CLAIA, CORBILVS, SATYRE. _A Satyre on Elizium lights, Whose vgly shape the Nimphes affrights, Yet when they heare his iust complaint, They make him an Elizian Saint._ _Corbilus._ What; breathles Nimphs? bright Virgins let me know What suddaine cause constraines ye to this haste? What haue ye seene that should affright ye so? What might it be from which ye flye so fast? I see your faces full of pallid feare, As though some perill followed on your flight; Take breath a while, and quickly let me heare Into what danger ye haue lately light.