R eward doth sit in her right hand! E ach Virtue, thence takes her garland, G athered in Honour's garden! I n her left hand (wherein should be N ought but the sword) sits Clemency! A nd conquers Vice with pardon. HYMN XXIV. _Of her Magnanimity._ E VEN as her State, so is her Mind L ifted above the vulgar kind! I t treads proud Fortune under! S unlike, it sits above the wind; A bove the storms, and thunder. B rave Spirit! Large Heart! admiring nought! E steeming each thing, as it ought! T hat swelleth not, nor shrinketh! H onour is always in her thought; A nd of great things, She thinketh! R ocks, pillars, and heaven's axletree E xemplify her Constancy! G reat changes never change her! I n her sex, fears are wont to rise; N ature permits, Virtue denies, A nd scorns the face of danger! HYMN XXV. _Of her Moderation._ E MPRESS of Kingdoms, though She be; L arger is her Sovereignty, I f She herself do govern! S ubject unto herself is She; A nd of herself, true Sovereign! B eauty's Crown, though She do wear; E xalted into Fortune's Chair; T hroned like the Queen of Pleasure: H er virtues still possess her ear, A nd counsel her to Measure! R eason (if She incarnate were) E ven Reason's self could never bear G reatness with Moderation! I n her, one temper still is seen. N o liberty claims She as Queen! A nd shows no alteration! HYMN XXVI. E NVY, go weep! My Muse and I L augh thee to scorn! Thy feeble eye I s dazzled with the glory S hining in this gay Poesy, A nd little golden Story! B ehold, how my proud quill doth shed E ternal nectar on her head! T he pomp of Coronation H ath not such power, her fame to spread, A s this my admiration! R espect my pen, as free and frank; E xpecting nor reward, nor thank! G reat wonder only moves it! I never made it mercenary! N or should my Muse, this burden carry A s hired; but that she loves it! _FINIS._ [Illustration] [Illustration] SIX IDILLIA, THAT IS, SIX SMALL, OR PETTY, POEMS, OR ÆGLOGUES, chosen out of the right famous Sicilian Poet THEOCRITUS, And translated into English verse. _Dum defluat amnis._ [Illustration] PRINTED At Oxford by IOSEPH BARNES. 1588. E. D. Libenter hic, et omnis exantlabitur Labor, in tuæ spem gratiæ. [HORACE, _Epodes_ i. 23-24.] SIX IDILLIA chosen out of the famous Sicilian Poet THEOCRITUS, and translated into English verse. THE EIGHTH IDILLION. Argument.