Prais'd be Diana's Fair and Harmless Light

Prais'd be Diana's fair and harmless light;
  Prais'd be the dews wherewith she moists the ground;
  Prais'd be her beams, the glory of the night;
  Prais'd be her power by which all powers abound.
  Prais'd be her nymphs with whom she decks the woods,
  Prais'd be her knights in whom true honour lives;
  Prais'd be that force by which she moves the floods;
  Let that Diana shine which all these gives.
  In heaven queen she is among the spheres;
 In aye she mistress-like makes all things pure;
 Eternity in her oft change she bears;
 She beauty is; by her the fair endure.
 Time wears her not: she doth his chariot guide;
 Mortality below her orb is plac'd;
 By her the virtue of the stars down slide;
 In her is virtue's perfect image cast.
 A knowledge pure it is her worth to know:
 With Circes let them dwell that think not so.