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And settld sodainly, her rudest Raues.
Hyperions radiant Sonne, his swift-hou'd Steedes,
A mighty Tyme staid; till her arming weedes,
As glorious at the Gods, the blew-eyd Maid
Tooke from her Deathlesse shoulders: but then staid
All these distempers; and heauens counsailor, Ioue,
Reioic't that all things else, his stay, could moue.
So I salute thee still; and still in Praise
Thy Fame, and others, shall my Memorie raise.
Hyperions radiant Sonne, his swift-hou'd Steedes,
A mighty Tyme staid; till her arming weedes,
As glorious at the Gods, the blew-eyd Maid
Tooke from her Deathlesse shoulders: but then staid
All these distempers; and heauens counsailor, Ioue,
Reioic't that all things else, his stay, could moue.
So I salute thee still; and still in Praise
Thy Fame, and others, shall my Memorie raise.
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