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A HYMNE TO APOLLO.
Poore Humanes suffer; liuing desperate quite.
And not an Art they haue; wit, or deceipt,
Can make them manage any Act aright:
Nor finde with all the soule they can engage,
A salue for Death, or remedie for Age.
But here; the fayre-hayrd graces; the wise Howres;
Harmonia, Hebe, and sweet Venus powres,
Danc't; and each others, Palme, to Palme, did cling.
And with these, danc't not a deformed thing:
No forspoke Dwarfe; nor downeward witherling;
But all, with wondrous goodly formes were deckt,
And mou'd with Beauties, of vnpris'd aspect.
Dart-deare-Diana, (euen with Phœbus bred)
Danc't likewise there; and Mars a march did tred,
With that braue Beuie. In whose consort, fell
Argicides, th'ingenious Sentinell.
Phœbus-Apollo, toucht his Lute to them;
Sweetely, and softly: a most glorious beame
Casting about him, as he danc't, and plaid;
And euen his feet, were all with raies araide.
His weede and all, of a most curious Trymm,
With no lesse Luster, grac't, and circled him.
By these, Latona, with a hayre that shin'd
Like burnisht gold; and, (with the Mightie Minde)
Heauens Counsailor, (Ioue;) sat with delightsome eyes
To see their Sonne, new ranks with Deities.
How shall I praise thee then, that art all praise?
Amongst the Brides, shall I thy Deitie raise?
And not an Art they haue; wit, or deceipt,
Can make them manage any Act aright:
Nor finde with all the soule they can engage,
A salue for Death, or remedie for Age.
But here; the fayre-hayrd graces; the wise Howres;
Harmonia, Hebe, and sweet Venus powres,
Danc't; and each others, Palme, to Palme, did cling.
And with these, danc't not a deformed thing:
No forspoke Dwarfe; nor downeward witherling;
But all, with wondrous goodly formes were deckt,
And mou'd with Beauties, of vnpris'd aspect.
Dart-deare-Diana, (euen with Phœbus bred)
Danc't likewise there; and Mars a march did tred,
With that braue Beuie. In whose consort, fell
Argicides, th'ingenious Sentinell.
Phœbus-Apollo, toucht his Lute to them;
Sweetely, and softly: a most glorious beame
Casting about him, as he danc't, and plaid;
And euen his feet, were all with raies araide.
His weede and all, of a most curious Trymm,
With no lesse Luster, grac't, and circled him.
By these, Latona, with a hayre that shin'd
Like burnisht gold; and, (with the Mightie Minde)
Heauens Counsailor, (Ioue;) sat with delightsome eyes
To see their Sonne, new ranks with Deities.
How shall I praise thee then, that art all praise?
Amongst the Brides, shall I thy Deitie raise?
