he Rich-hayr'd, Ceres, I assaie to sing; A Goddesse, in whose Grace the naturall spring Of serious Maiestie it selfe, is seene: And of the wedded, yet in grace stil green, (Proserpina, her Daughter) that displaies A Beautie, casting euery way her Raies. All Honor to thee (Goddesse:) keepe this Towne; And take, thou, chiefe charge of my songs Renoune.