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