As Vesta was from Latmos hill descending,

She spied a maiden Queen the same ascending,

Attended on by all the shepherds’ swain;

To whom Diana’s darlings came running down amain,

First two by two, then three by three together,

Leaving their Goddess all alone, hasted thither;

And mingling with the shepherds of her train,

With mirthful tunes her presence entertain.

Then sang the shepherds and nymphs of Diana:

“Long live fair Oriana.”