From <br />'Cynthia's Revels' <br /> <br />Queen and huntress, chaste and fair, <br />Now the sun is laid to sleep, <br />Seated in thy silver chair, <br />State in wonted manner keep: <br />Hesperus entreats thy light, <br />Goddess excellently bright. <br /> <br />Earth, let not thy envious shade <br />Dare itself to interpose; <br />Cynthia's shining orb was made <br />Heaven to clear, when day did close: <br />Bless us then with wished sight, <br />Goddess excellently bright. <br /> <br />Lay thy bow of pearl apart, <br />And thy crystal-shining quiver; <br />Give unto the flying hart <br />Space to breathe, how short soever: <br />Thou that mak'st a day of night, <br />Goddess excellently bright.<br /><br />Ben Jonson<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/song-to-cynthia/
