The following stanzas are from a Sapphic ode into which Webbe translated, or as we should say, transposed the fourth Eclogue of Spenser's Sheepheardes Calendar.

Say, behold did ye euer her Angelike face,

Like to Phoebe fayre? or her heauenly hauour

And the princelike grace that in her remaineth?

haue yee the like seene?

Vnto that place Caliope dooth high her,

Where my Goddesse shines: to the same the Muser

After her with sweete Violines about them

cheerefully tracing.

All ye Sheepheardes maides that about the greene dwell,

Speede ye there to her grace, but among ye take heede

All be Virgins pure that aproche to deck her,

dutie requireth.

When ye shall present ye before her in place,

See ye not your selues doo demeane too rudely:

Bynd the fillets: and to be fine the waste gyrt

fast with a tawdryne.

Bring the Pinckes therewith many Gelliflowres sweete,

And the Cullambynes: let vs haue the Wynesops,

With the Coronation that among the loue laddes

wontes to be worne much.

Daffadowndillies all a long the ground strowe,

And the Cowslyppe with a prety paunce let heere lye.

Kyngcuppe and Lillies so beloude of all men

and the deluce flowre.