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A HYMNE TO APOLLO.
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From hence thou wentst (O thou in shafts past Pere)
And found'st Cephyssus, with thy all-seeing beames;
Whose flood affects, so many siluer streames;
And from Lylæus, poures so bright a waue.
Yet forth thy foot flew, and thy faire eyes gaue
The view of Ocale, the rich in towrs;
Then, to Amartus, that abounds in flowrs.
Then to Delphusa, putt'st thy progresse on,
Whose blessed soile, nought harme fall breeds vpon.
And there, thy pleasure, would a Phane adorne
And nourish woods, whose shades should ne're be shorne.
Where, this thou told'st her, standing to her close:
Delphusa: here I entertaine suppose
To build a farr-fam'd Temple; and ordein
An Oracle t'informe the mindes of Men:
Who shall for euer, offer to my loue
Whole Hecatombs. Euen all the men that moue
In rich Peloponesus; and all those
Of Europe; and the Iles the seas enclose;
Whom future search of Acts, and Beings brings:
To whom I'le prophecie the truths of things
In that rich Temple, where my Oracle sings.
This said; The all-bounds-reacher, with his bowe,
The Phanes diuine foundations did foreshowe;
Amply they were; and did huge length impart;
With a continuate Tenour, full of Art.
But when Delphusa look't into his end;
Her heart grew angrie, and did thus extend
And found'st Cephyssus, with thy all-seeing beames;
Whose flood affects, so many siluer streames;
And from Lylæus, poures so bright a waue.
Yet forth thy foot flew, and thy faire eyes gaue
The view of Ocale, the rich in towrs;
Then, to Amartus, that abounds in flowrs.
Then to Delphusa, putt'st thy progresse on,
Whose blessed soile, nought harme fall breeds vpon.
And there, thy pleasure, would a Phane adorne
And nourish woods, whose shades should ne're be shorne.
Where, this thou told'st her, standing to her close:
Delphusa: here I entertaine suppose
To build a farr-fam'd Temple; and ordein
An Oracle t'informe the mindes of Men:
Who shall for euer, offer to my loue
Whole Hecatombs. Euen all the men that moue
In rich Peloponesus; and all those
Of Europe; and the Iles the seas enclose;
Whom future search of Acts, and Beings brings:
To whom I'le prophecie the truths of things
In that rich Temple, where my Oracle sings.
This said; The all-bounds-reacher, with his bowe,
The Phanes diuine foundations did foreshowe;
Amply they were; and did huge length impart;
With a continuate Tenour, full of Art.
But when Delphusa look't into his end;
Her heart grew angrie, and did thus extend
