OF Neptune's empire let us sing, 
At whose command the waves obey; 
To whom the rivers tribute pay, 
Down the high mountains sliding: 
To whom the scaly nation yields 
Homage for the crystal fields 
   Wherein they dwell: 
And every sea-dog pays a gem 
Yearly out of his wat'ry cell 
To deck great Neptune's diadem. 

The Tritons dancing in a ring 
Before his palace gates do make 
The water with their echoes quake, 
Like the great thunder sounding: 
The sea-nymphs chant their accents shrill, 
And the sirens, taught to kill 
   With their sweet voice, 
Make ev'ry echoing rock reply 
Unto their gentle murmuring noise 
The praise of Neptune's empery.