_And not alone the general multitude But those choice NESTORS, which in counsel grave Of cities and of kingdoms do conclude, Most comely order in their sessions have; Wherefore the wise Thessalians ever gave The name of Leader of their Country's Dance To him that had their country's governance._ 92. _And those great Masters of the liberal arts, In all their several Schools, do Dancing teach; For humble Grammar first doth set the parts Of congruent and well according Speech, Which Rhetoric, whose state the clouds doth reach, And heavenly Poetry do forward lead, And divers Measures diversely do tread._ 93. _For Rhetoric clothing Speech in rich array, The looser numbers teacheth her to range With twenty tropes, and turnings every way, And various figures and licentious change: But Poetry, with rule and order strange, So curiously doth move each single pace As all is marred if she one foot misplace._ 94. _These Arts of Speech the Guides and Marshals are, But Logic leadeth Reason in a dance_ (_Reason, the Cynosure and bright Loadstar _In this world's sea, t' avoid the rocks of Chance_), For with close following, and continuance, One reason doth another so ensue As, in conclusion, still the Dance is true._ 95. _So Music to her own sweet tunes doth trip, With tricks of_ 3, 5, 8, 15, _and more; So doth the Art of Numbering seem to skip From Even to Odd, in her proportioned score; So do those skills, whose quick eyes do explore The just dimension both of earth and heaven, In all their rules observe a measure even._ 96. _Lo, this is Dancing's true nobility; Dancing, the Child of Music and of Love; Dancing itself, both Love and Harmony; Where all agree, and all in order move; Dancing, the art that all Arts doth approve; The sure Character of the world's consent, The heavens true figure, and th'earth's ornament._ 97. The Queen, whose dainty ears had borne too long The tedious praise of that she did despise, Adding once more the music of the tongue To the sweet speech of her alluring eyes; Began to answer in such winning wise As that forthwith ANTINOUS' tongue was tied, His eyes fast fixed, his ears were open wide. 98. _Forsooth,_ quoth she, _great glory you have won To your trim minion, Dancing, all this while, By blazing him LOVE'S first begotten son, Of every ill the hateful father vile, That doth the world with sorceries beguile, Cunningly mad, religiously profane, Wit's monster, Reason's canker, Sense's bane._ 99.