_Like this, he framed the gods' eternal bower, And of a shapeless and confusèd mass, By his through-piercing and digesting power, The turning Vault of Heaven formèd was; Whose starry wheels he hath so made to pass As that their movings do a Music frame, And they themselves still dance unto the same._ 20. _Or if_ "_this All, which round about we see_" _As idle MORPHEUS some sick brains hath taught,_ "_Of undivided motes compactèd be,_" _How was this goodly architecture wrought? Or by what means were they together brought? They err, that say,_ "_they did concur by Chance!_" _LOVE made them meet in a well ordered Dance!_ 21. _As when AMPHION with his charming Lyre Begot so sweet a Siren of the air, That, with her rhetoric, made the stones conspire, The ruins of a city to repair (A work of Wit and Reason's wise affair): So LOVE's smooth tongue the motes such measure taught, That they joined hands; and so the world was wrought!_ 22. _How justly then is Dancing termèd new, Which, with the world, in point of time began? Yea Time itself (whose birth JOVE never knew, And which is far more ancient than the sun) Had not one moment of his age outrun, When out leaped Dancing from the heap of things And lightly rode upon his nimble wings._ 23. _Reason hath both their pictures in her Treasure; Where Time the Measure of all moving is, And Dancing is a moving all in measure. Now, if you do resemble that to this, And think both One, I think you think amiss: But if you Judge them Twins, together got, And Time first born, your judgement erreth not._ 24. _Thus doth it equal age with Age enjoy, And yet in lusty youth for ever flowers; Like LOVE, his Sire, whom painters make a boy, Yet is he Eldest of the Heavenly Powers; Or like his brother Time, whose wingèd hours, Going and coming, will not let him die, But still preserve him in his infancy._ 25. This said, the Queen, with her sweet lips divine, Gently began to move the subtle air, Which gladly yielding, did itself incline To take a shape between those rubies fair; And being formed, softly did repair, With twenty doublings in the empty way, Unto ANTINOUS' ears, and thus did say. 26. _What eye doth see the heaven, but doth admire When it the movings of the heavens doth see? Myself, if I, to heaven may once aspire, If that be Dancing, will a dancer be; But as for this, your frantic jollity, How it began, or whence you did it learn, I never could, with Reason's eye discern?_ 27.