Thus haue I shew'd the summe of all my sute, And as a Plaintiffe heere appeale to thee, And to the rest. Whose folly I impute To filthie lust, and partialitie, That made him iudge amisse: and so doo we (Quoth _Pallas_, _Venus_,) nor will I gaine-say, Although it's mine by right, yet willinglie, I heere disclaime my title and obey: When silence being made, _Ioue_ thus began to saie. Thou _Venus_, art my darling, thou my deare, (_Minerua_) shee, my sister and my wife: So that of all a due respect I beare, Assign'd as one to end this doubtfull strife, (Touching your forme, your fame, your loue, your life) Beauty is vaine much like a gloomy light, And wanting wit is counted but a trife, Especially when Honour's put to flight: Thus of a lonely, soone becomes a loathly sight. VVit without wealth is bad, yet counted good, wealth wanting wisdom's worse, yet deem'd as wel, From whence (for ay) doth flow, as from a flood, A pleasant Poyson, and a heauenly Hell, where mortall men do couet still to dwell. Yet one there is to Vertue so inclin'd, That as for Maiesty she beares the Bell, So in the truth who tries her princelie minde, Both Wisdom, Beauty, Wealth, and all in her shall find. In Westerne world amids the Ocean maine, In compleat Vertue shining like the Sunne, In great Renowne a maiden Queene doth raigne, Whose royall Race, in Ruine first begun, Till Heauens bright Lamps dissolue shall nere be done: In whose faire eies Loue linckt with vertues been, In euerlasting Peace and Vnion. Which sweet Consort in her full well beseeme Of Bounty, and of Beauty fairest Fayrie Queene. And to conclude, the gifts in her yfound, Are all so noble, royall, and so rare, That more and more in her they doe abound; In her most peerelesse Prince without compare, Endowing still her minde with vertuous care: That through the world (so wide) the flying fame, (And Name that Enuies selfe cannot impaire,) Is blown of this faire Queen, this gorgeous dame, Fame borrowing al men's mouths to royalize the same. And with this sentence _Iupiter_ did end, This is the Pricke (quoth he), this is the praies, To whom, this as a Present I will send, That shameth _Cynthia_ in her siluer Raies, If so you three this deed doe not displease. Then one, and all, and euery one of them, To her that is the honour of her daies, A second _Iudith_ in IERVSALEM. To her we send this Pearle, this Iewell, and this Iem.