Flee, Stately Juno, Samos Fro
Flee, stately Juno, Samos fro,
From Delos straight, Diana go.
Minerva Athens must forsake,
Sidanen Queen your seat must take.
Sidanen conquers kings with quill,
Sidanen governs states at will.
Sidanen fears her foes with pen,
With peace Sidanen conquers men.
In Colchos had Sidanen been
The golden fleece then should she win.
To Ida had Sidanen gone
The golden apple she had won.
With palm in hand, with laurel crowned,
With olive decked she first was found.
In Parnasse mount with Muses nine
The tenth Sidanen there did shine.