Mnemosyne; Mother Muse

Of she the music mother of muses, the mother muse of the Olympian muses. That with Zeus merry her and her sisters she made them with fire of desire, a proud passion of distress to have odour upon her that copulation gave her to her lustful sleeps, as love from Olymp would whisper for days nine coming unto to her, the beautiful queene on land fertile. See now this memory dwelt here to remember the times when love and lust had a heart once to make new borne babes, the nine Olympian muses to weep of babes’ tears. Excuse the Greeks’ and this language in English. Be merry with this poetry and a good prose of word.