"She is a rose, the fairer, so the sweeter! She is a lute, whose belly tunes the music! She is my prose, yet makes me speak all metre! She is my life, yet sickens me with physic! She is a virgin, that makes her a jewel! She will not love me, therein She is cruel! "EURIALÆ is like Sleep when one is weary URANIA is like a golden Slumber. ARTESIA'S voice, like Dreams that make men merry. VITULLIA, like a Bed, all these encumber. 1. Sleep, 2. Slumber, 3. Dreams upon a 4. Bed are best; First, Second, Third, but in the Fourth is blest. "O but VITULLIA, what? She's wondrous pretty! O I, and what? so is She very fair! O yes, and what? She's like herself most witty! And yet, what is She? She is all but air! What can earth be, but earth? So we are all! Peace, then, my Muse! Opinion oft doth fall! "EURIALÆ, I honour for humility! URANIA, I reverence for her wit! ARTESIA, I adore for true agility! Three Graces for the goddesses most fit. Each of these gifts are blessed in their faces, O, what's VITULLIA, who hath all these Graces?" She is but a Lady! So are all the rest. As pure, as sweet, as modest, yea as loyal; Yes, She's the Shadow (shadows are the least!), Which tells the Hour of Virtue by her dial. By her, men see there is on earth a heaven! By them, men know her virtues are matched even! In praising all, much time he vainly spent, Yet thought none worthy but VITULLIA; Then called to mind, he could not well repent The love he bare the wise URANIA. EURIALÆ, ARTESIA, all, such beauties had, Which as they pleased him, made him well nigh mad. EURIALÆ, her beauty, his eyesight harmed! URANIA, her wit, his tongue incensed! ARTESIA, her voice, his ears had charmed! Thus poor DAIPHANTUS was, with love tormented. VITULLIA'S beauty, as he did impart, The others' virtues vanquishèd his heart. At length, he grew as in an ecstasy 'Twixt Love and Love, Whose beauty was the truer? His thoughts thus diverse, as in a lunacy, He starts and stares, to see Whose was the purer? Oft treads a maze, runs, suddenly then stays, Thus with himself, himself makes many frays. Now with his fingers, like a barber snaps! Plays with the fire-pan, as it were a lute! Unties his shoe-strings! Then his lips, he laps! Whistles awhile, and thinks it is a flute! At length, a glass presents it to his sight, Where well he acts fond Love in Passions right. His chin he strokes! swears "beardless men kiss best!" His lips anoints, says "Ladies use such fashions!" Spits on his napkin, terms that "the bathing jest." Then on the dust, describes the Courtiers' Passion. Then humble calls, "Though they do still aspire; Ladies then fall, when Lords rise by desire."