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Since then it sits, in such fast bounds confinde,
$\scriptstyle {\left.{\begin{matrix}\ \\\\\ \ \end{matrix}}\right\}\,}$(O Brother) when the Golden rodd is held
In thy strong hand; seeke not to haue reueal'd
Any sure fate, that Ioue will haue conceald.
For no man shall, by know'ng, preuent his fate;
And therefore will I hold, in my free state
The powre, to hurt and helpe, what man I will,
Of all the greatest; or least toucht with ill;
That walke within the Circle of mine eye;
In all the Tribes, and Sexes, it shall trye.
 Yet, truely, any man shall haue his will
To reape the fruites of my Prophetique skill;
Whoeuer seekes it, by the voice, or wing
Of Birds, borne truely, such euents to sing.
Nor will I falsly, nor with fallacies
Infringe the truth, on which his faith relies;
But he that Truths, in chattering plumes would finde;
(Quite opposite to them, that prompt my Minde,)
And learne by naturall forgers of vaine lyes,
The more-then-euer-certaine Deities;
That man shall Sea-waies tred, that leaue no Tracts;
And false, or no guide finde, for all his facts.
And yet will I, his Gifts accept as well
As his; to whom, the simple truth I tell.
$\scriptstyle {\left.{\begin{matrix}\ \\\\\ \ \end{matrix}}\right\}\,}$ One other thing to thee, I'le yet make knowne
(Maia's exceedingly renowned sonne
And Ioues; and of the Gods whole session
The most ingenious Genius.) There dwell

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