Which loth to let her go, about her clung; And as she stroue to get out from the sheet, The vpper clothes imprisond both her feet; Yet out she whips, and them away she throwes, Couering her beauties with the ioyfull clothes: Her purple veluet gowne with gold-starres mixt, And euery starre with spangles set betwixt Of purest siluer, with a twist of gold, Would much amaze the gazers to behold. This starrie garment did she first put on, Which tooke light from her face as from the Sun. Her mantle was of richest taffatie, Where _Iupiter_ was seruing _Danae_, So liuely wrought by _Vestaes_ chastest Nun, As much delighted the sweet lookers on. Her stomacher was all with diamonds set, Ore which a fall was plac'd with pearles with net, And at each pearle (which seemd to darke the skie) Hung glistring Rubies and rich Porpherie. A bracelet all of pearle her hands did grace; For to her hands all orients are but base. A scarfe of maiden-blush did seeme to hide her, Wherein _Diana_ when _Acteon_ spide her, Herselfe had wrought, looking with such disdaine, As witnest well his after-following paine; One end whereof had yong _Leanders_ shape, When through the swelling main (whose waues did gape) He sought his chastest _Hero_, beating from him The waues, which murmuring stroue for to com nere him: And at the other, matchlesse _Hero_ stood Viewing _Leander_ tossed by the flood, And how the churlish billowes beat that head On which herselfe was so enamoured; Praying to _Neptune_, not to be so cruell, But to deliuer vp her dearest iewell: To figure to the world whose shining eies She set two diamonds of highest prise. Vpon her head she ware a vaile of lawne, Eclipsing halfe her eyes, through which they shone As doth the bright Sun, being shadowed By pale thin clouds, through which white streaks are spred. Poore _Philos_ wondred why she staid so long, And oft lookt out and mus'd she did not come. What need she decke her selfe with art (quoth he) Or hide those beauties with her brauerie, Which addeth glory to the meanst attire? What if she went in her loose flagging haire, Spread at his full length, that the Easterne winde Might tie loue-knots for _Cupid_ to vntwinde, With some trasparent garment ore her skin, Through which her naked glory might be seene: Then as _Diana_ a hunting might she goe; But she nor needs her arrowes nor a bow: For all the beasts that should but see her passe, With w[=o]dring straight would leaue the perled grasse And feed their eyes, while with her snowy hand She take what beasts she please; nor more command Needs she to keepe them: for her iuory palme Commandeth more than any iron chaine. But now she's come, at whose thrise radiant light As all amazd he shunnes her glorious sight, Like those which long in darke, chance to espie A candles glimmering, if it come but nie, Can not endure that weake and feeble shine,