And in a chariot wrought out of a cloud, Studded with starres, drawne through the subtle aire By birds of paradise, wee'll ride together To fruitfull Thessalie, where in fair Tempe (The only pleasant place of all the earth) Wee'll sport us under a pavilion Of Tyrian scarlet.

And in a chariot wrought out of a cloud, Studded with starres, drawne through the subtle aire By birds of paradise, wee'll ride together To fruitfull Thessalie, where in fair Tempe (The only pleasant place of all the earth) Wee'll sport us under a pavilion Of Tyrian scarlet.