Whilst, all my wish and thine complete, By turns we languish and we burn, Let sighing gales our sighs repeat, Our murmursmurmuring brooks return, Let me, when nature calls to rest, And blushing skies the morn foretell, Sink on the down of Stella's breast, And bid the waking world farewell.

After a prologue, in which Atè foretells in staid and measured but not unpleasing blank verse the fall of Troy, the silvan deities, Pan, Faunus, Silvanus, Pomona, Flora, enter to welcome the three goddesses who are on their way to visit 'Ida hills,' and who after a while enter, led by Rhanis and accompanied by the Muses, whose processional chant heralds their approach.

Nor can any one, however gifted and wise, foretell when that authority will be diminished.