¶ By hym sat dame Ven{us} {with} colour crystalline ¶ Whos long here shone as wyre of gold bry{gh}t ¶ Cryspe was her skyn her eyen columbyne ¶ Rauysshed myne herte her chere was so ly{gh}t ¶ Patrones of plesau{n}ce be named wel she my{gh}t ¶ A smocke was her wede garnysshed curyusli ¶ But all other she had a wanton eye ¶ On her hede she wered a red coper crowne ¶ A nosegay she had made ful plesauntly ¶ Bytwene her & aurora Apollo set hym doune ¶ Wyth his beames bryght he shone so ferue{n}tly ¶ That he therwyth gladyd al {the} company ¶ A crown of pure gold was on his hede set ¶ In syne {that} he was mayster & lorde of {that} banket ¶ Nota ¶ Thus was the table set round aboute ¶ Wyth goddes & goddesses as i haue you told ¶ Awaytyng on the bord was a grete route ¶ Of sage phylosophers & poetes many fold ¶ There was sad Sychero & Arystotle olde ¶ Tholome Dorothe wyth Dyogenes ¶ Plato Myssehala and wyse Socrates ¶ Sortes & Saph[y]r{us} {with} hermes stode behynd ¶ Auycen & Aueroys wyth hem were in fere ¶ Galyen & ypocras that physyk haue in mynd ¶ wyth help of Esculapyo{n} toward he{m} drow ner ¶ Vyrgyle Orace Ouyd and Omere ¶ Euclyde and albert yaue her attendaunce ¶ To do the godds & goddesses plesaunce ¶ Horeberded Orphe{us} was there {with} his harpe. ¶ And as a poyt musycal made he melody Other mi{n}stral had ther non saf Pan ga{n} to carpe ¶ Of his leud bagpyp which caused {the} compani ¶ To law yet many mo ther we{re} yf i shuld not ly ¶ Som yong som old both better and werse ¶ But mo of theyr names can I not reherce ¶ Of al maner deyntes there was habu{n}dau{n}ce ¶ Of metes & drynkes foyson plenteuous ¶ In cam Dyscord to haue varyaunce ¶ But there was no roum to set her i{n} that hous ¶ The goddis remembred the scysme odious ¶ Among the thre goddesses {that} she had wrought Original has ¶ At the fest of Peleus wherfore they thought he instead of she ¶ They wold not {with} her dele in a venture ¶ Lest she hem brought to som inconuenyente ¶ She seyng this was wroth out of mesure ¶ And in that grete wrath out of {the} paleyse we{n}t ¶ Say{n}g to herself that chere shuld thei repent ¶ And anone {with} Attropes happed she to mete. ¶ As he had ben a gost came in a wy{n}dy{n}g shete ¶ She toke hym by {the} hond & rowned in his ere ¶ And told hy{m} of the banket {that} was so delycate. How she was receyued & what chere she had {the}re ¶ And how euery god sat in his astate ¶ Is it thus q{uo}d attropos what in {the} deuyls date ¶ Well he sayd I se well how the game goth ¶ Ones yet for your sake shal I make he{m} wroth