—Thomas Weelkes As Vesta was from Latmos hill descending She spied a maiden Queen the same ascending, Attended on by all the shepherds’ swain; To whom Diana’s darlings came running down amain First two by two, then three by three, together Leaving their Goddess all alone, hasted thither; And mingling with the shepherds of her train, With mirthful tunes her presence did entertain. Then sang the shepherds, and nymphs of Diana: Long live fair Oriana!