Buck-hunting Jorny to Belvoyr

A Buck-hunting Jorny to Belvoyr

Astronomers for to be easd
In their Distinctions are pleasd.
To guive Heavns constellations
Their severall nominations
From Creatures on the Earth, i'th'Water
Or th'Aire, for the Fier'ts their Matter
Now from the Heavns again I'le call
These Creatures Astronomicall
To meet in a Celestiall Sphere
(On Earth) their proper shapes to were
Artophalax did drive his wayne
Thither wher Junoes Bird did raigne
And in it carried the Great-
Eye in the Bulls head: with the wheat-
Eare in the Virgins hand the Lyon
With's sword-guirting-belt Orion
And the kind kissing Gemini
Twice tould went too for compagny.
On Pegasus thear bye did ride
A Perseus with his sword by's side
Like Sagittarius one is born
Another rides for Capricorn.
I had allmost forgott to name
Auriga who in the rear came
And brought after these Deities
The rest which we call Pleiades
Then after this Troop a far
Ofe came the Great and Less Dogg-starr
Following their Centaur, who (as dull
May well be sayd to be half Bull)
Now when all these approached nigh
The place wher fixd they should lye
Each gan with admiration
T'extoll the Cituation
From whence they might descry the Faire
Cassropeia in Her chaire.
By whom Thuribulum was sett
Whilst th'Argos-eyd-Traind Bird them mett
And soe conducted in wher they
Found that it had been Pisses day.
By reason of some Saints which followed
Through blind Superstition hallowed
Thear Lyra was to entertain
The Ears and Feet of this bright train
And what Eridanus affords
Was sett with plenty on the bordes
Thus shind They all that night; till morn
Awakt the drowsy Capricorn
Who with the help of Aries browe
A Huntsaye to the rest did blowe
Soe shrill that all awoake and spide
The Vale beneath all Tiffanide
With Casamour wovn with some few
Gould threds and sett with silver dew
For Spangles: whilst the Star of day
Was nor yet come, nor yet away
His half-face only lett them know
He was then rising from below
Then t'make them sport thear harberd were
Some falling-Starrs, which we call Deer
Which being but exhalation
Serve but for recreation
Which once obtaind, each one returnes
And in His proper Zenith burnes
Now if Corona crown with bayes
This visite she my labour payes
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