$B$ raue Princes of this ciuill 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 lookes to her, and see $E$ uen the true beames of maiestie, $G$ reat Princes, marke her duly; $I$ f all the world you doe suruey, $N$ o forehead spreades so bright a ray, $A$ nd notes a Prince so truly. HYMNE IX. TO FLORA. $E$ mpresse of flowers, tell where away $L$ ies your sweet Court this merry[171] May, $I$ n _Greenewich_ Garden allies?[172] $S$ ince there the heauenly powers do play $A$ nd haunt no other vallies. $B$ _eautie_, _vertue_, _maiestie_, $E$ loquent Muses, three times three, $T$ he new fresh _Houres_ and Graces, $H$ aue pleasure in this place to be, $A$ boue all other places. $R$ oses and lillies did them draw, $E$ re they diuine _Astræa_ saw; $G$ ay flowers they sought for pleasure: $I$ nstead of gathering crownes of flowers, $N$ ow gather they Astræa's dowers, $A$ nd beare to heauen that treasure, [Footnote 171: Thomas Davies, as before, drops 'merry.'] [Footnote 172: = alleys. G.] HYMNE X. TO THE MONETH OF SEPTEMBER. $E$ ach moneth hath praise in some degree; $L$ et May to others seeme to be $I$ n sense the sweetest Season; $S$ eptember thou art best to me, $A$ nd best dost please my reason. $B$ ut neither for thy corne nor wine $E$ xtoll I those mild dayes of thine, $T$ hough corne and wine might praise thee; $H$ eauen giues thee honour more diuine, $A$ nd higher fortunes raise thee. $R$ enown'd art thou (sweet moneth) for this, $E$ mong thy dayes her birth-day is;[173] $G$ race, plenty, peace and honour $I$ n one faire hour with her were borne; $N$ ow since they still her crowne adorne, $A$ nd still attend vpon her. [Footnote 173: Queen Elizabeth was born on 7th September, 1533. G.] HYMNE XI. TO THE SUNNE. $E$ ye of the world, fountaine of light, $L$ ife of Day, and death of Night; $I$ humbly seek thy kindnesse: $S$ weet, dazle not my feeble sight, $A$ nd strike me not with blindnesse. $B$ ehold me mildly from that face, $E$ uen where thou now dost run thy race, $T$ he spheare where now thou turnest; $H$ auing like _Phaeton_ chang'd thy place, $A$ nd yet hearts onely burnest. $R$ ed in her right cheeke thou dost rise, $E$ xalted after in her eyes, $G$ reat glory there thou shewest; $I$ n th' other cheeke when thou descendest, $N$ ew rednesse vnto it thou lendest, $A$ nd so thy round thou goest. HYMNE XII. TO HER PICTURE. $E$ xtreame was his audacitie, $L$ ittle his skill, that finisht thee; $I$ am asham'd and sorry, $S$ o dull her counterfeit should bee, $A$ nd she so full of glory.