Ode To Cynthia Testo

Queen and huntress chaste and fair. Now the sun is laid to sleep, Seated in a silver chair, State in wanted manner keep. Earth let not an envious shade Dare itself to interpose. Cynthia's shining orb was made Heaven to cheer when day did close. Lay the bow of pearl apart, And the crystal-shining quiver, Give unto the flying heart Space to breathe how short so ever Hesperus entreats thy light Goddess excellently bright. Bless us then with wished sight Thou who makes a day of night.