No sooner had the Sun chas'd night away, And that the Worlds discouerer, bright-eyd day, Poasting in triumph through the enameld skie, Had to the people showne this victorie, But that poore _Philos_ (in himselfe forlorne) Hasted to tell his Loue that it was morne. The milke-white path that leadeth vnto _Ioue_, Whereon the Gods continually doe moue, Compar'd with that, which leadeth to her bed, Was not so white, nor so enameled. A paire of milke-white staires, whiter than white, Was the next way vnto his chiefe delight: Vp those he mounted; and as by he paste, Vpon a wall were sundry stories plaste: Sweet weeping _Venus_, crying out amaine For the dear boy that by the bore was slaine: Skie-ruling _Ioue_ lamenting ore a Cow, That seemd to weepe with him the sweetest _Io_: And there the picture of proud _Phaeton_, Mounting the chariot of the burning Sun, Was portraied, by which _Apollo_ stood, Who seemd to check his hot sonnes youthful blood: One hand had holde, and one legge was aduanst, To climbe his longing seat; but yet it chanst, That warned by his father so, he staid A while, to heare whose teeres might well perswade; Which with such plenty answerd his desires, As though they striu'd to quench ensuing fires: Hanging so liuely on the painted wall, That standers by haue sought to make them fall. The chamber, where his hearts delight did lie, Was all behung with richest Tapistrie; Where Troies orethrow was wrought, & therwithall The goddesses dissent about the ball. Bloud-quaffing _Hector_ all in compleat steele, Coping _Achilles_ in the Troian feeld, Redoubling so his sterne stroaks on his head, That great _Achilles_ left the field, and fled; Which was so liuely by the Painter done, That one would sweare the very cloth did runne. Trecherous _Vlysses_ bringing in that horse, Which proued a fatall coffin for Troies corse. False-hearted _Synon_ groueling on the mire, Whose oily words prou'd fewell to Troies fire. Flint-brested _Pyrrhus_ with an iron mace Murdring the remnants of great _Priams_ race. Vertuous _AEneas_, with the armes of Greece, Venturing for _Troy_ as _Iason_ for his fleece. And vpward if you lookt, you might behold The roofe of it all wrought in burnisht gold: Whereon was figur'd heauen; and there anent The Gods in state riding to Parliament. Gold-showring _Ioue_ vpon a milke-white steed Rode first in ranke; on whose imperiall head A triple crowne was plac't, at which before Two matchlesse diamonds for worth he wore: On whose right hand _Idalian Ganymed_ A massie scepter strongly carried: But on his left, swift-winged _Mercurie_ A dreadfull thunderbolt (earths feare) did whurrie. Next _Ioue_, _Apollo_ came: him followed _Fame_ Baring a lawrell, on which sweet _Sydneys_ name In golden letters, plainly to be read, By the Nine Muses had beene charrectred: On whose each side Eternitie and Praise