Classic Poem

  Time, that leads the fatall round,
  Hath made his center in our ground,
   With swelling seas embraced;
  And there are one stay he rests,
  And with the fates keepes holy feasts,
  With pomp and pastime graced.
Light Cupids there do daunce and Venus sweetly singes
With heavenly notes tun'd to sound of silver strings:
Their songs are al of joy, no signe of sorrow there,
But all as starres glistring faire and blith appeare.
These Songes were used in the Maske, whereof the first two Ayres were made by M. Campion , the third and last by M. Lupo , the fourth by M. Tho. Giles ; and though the last three Ayres were devised onely for dauncing, yet they are here set forth with words that they may be sung to the Lute or Violl.