(Instrument)

 'Ode to Cynthia'

 Queen and huntress, chaste and fair,
 Now the sun is laid to sleep,
 Seated in a silver chair,
 State in wonted manner keep.

 Earth, let not an envious shade
 Dare itself to interpose;
 Cynthia's shining orb was made
 Heav'n to cheer when day did close.

 Lay thy bow of pearl apart,
 And thy crystal-shining quiver;
 Give unto the flying hart
 Space to breathe, how short soever;

 Hesperus entreats thy light,
 Goddess, excellently bright.
 Bless us then with wished sight,
 Thou who makes a day of night...