Prais'd be Diana's fair and harmless light; br Prais'd be the dews wherewith she moists the ground; br Prais'd be her beams, the glory of the night; br Prais'd be her power by which all powers abound. br Prais'd be her nymphs with whom she decks the woods, br Prais'd be her knights in whom true honour lives; br Prais'd be that force by which she moves the floods; br Let that Diana shine which all these gives. br In heaven queen she is among the spheres; br In aye she mistress-like makes all things pure; br Eternity in her oft change she bears; br She beauty is; by her the fair endure. br Time wears her not: she doth his chariot guide; br Mortality below her orb is plac'd; br By her the virtue of the stars down slide; br In her is virtue's perfect image cast. br A knowledge pure it is her worth to know: br With Circes let them dwell that think not so.