R enowned ASTRÆA, that great name! (E xceeding great in worth and fame, G reat worth hath so renowned it) I t is ASTRÆA's name, I praise! N ow then, sweet Lark! do thou it raise; A nd in high heaven resound it! HYMN VI. _To the Nightingale._ E VERY night, from even till morn, L ove's Chorister amid the thorn, I s now so sweet a singer! S o sweet, as for her Song, I scorn A POLLO'S voice and finger. B ut, Nightingale! sith you delight E ver to watch the starry night, T ell all the stars of heaven! H eaven never had a star so bright A s now to earth is given! R oyal ASTRÆA makes our day E ternal, with her beams! nor may G ross darkness overcome her! I now perceive, why some do write, "N o country hath so short a night A s England hath in summer." HYMN VII. _To the Rose._ E YE of the garden! Queen of Flowers! L OVE's cup, wherein he nectar pours! I ngendered first of nectar. S weet nurse-child of the Spring's young Hours! A nd Beauty's fair Character! B est jewel that the earth doth wear! E ven when the brave young sun draws near, T o her hot love pretending; H imself likewise, like form doth bear, A t rising and descending. R ose, of the Queen of Love beloved! E ngland's great Kings (divinely moved) G ave Roses in their banner: I t shewed, that Beauty's Rose indeed, N ow in this Age should them succeed, A nd reign in more sweet manner. HYMN VIII. _To all the Princes of Europe._ E UROPE! the Earth's sweet Paradise! L et all thy Kings (that would be wise I n Politic Devotion) S ail hither, to observe her eyes, A nd mark her heavenly motion! B rave Princes of this civil Age! E nter into this pilgrimage! T his Saint's tongue is an Oracle! H er eye hath made a Prince a page; A nd works, each day, a miracle! R aise but your looks to her, and see E ven the true beams of Majesty! G reat Princes, mark her duly! I f all the world you do survey, N o forehead spreads so bright a ray; A nd notes a Prince, so truly! HYMN IX. _To FLORA._ E MPRESS of Flowers! Tell, where away L ies your sweet Court, this merry May? I n Greenwich garden alleys! S ince there the Heavenly Powers do play, A nd haunt no other valleys. B EAUTY, VIRTUE, MAJESTY, E loquent MUSES, three times three, T he new fresh HOURS and GRACES H ave pleasure in this place to be, A bove all other places. R oses and lilies did them draw, E re they, divine ASTRÆA saw: G ay flowers, they sought for pleasure. I nstead of gathering Crowns of Flowers, N ow, gather they ASTRÆA's dowers, A nd bear to heaven, that treasure. HYMN X. _To the Month of September._