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Neuer so fruitfull; till the reuerend Dame
Ascended Delos; and her soile did sease
With these wing'd words: O Delos! would'st thou please
To be my sonne Apolloes natiue seat;
And build a welthie Phane to one so great:
No one shall blame, or question thy kinde deede.
Nor thinke I, thou, dost Sheepe or Oxen feede,
In any such store; Or in vines exceede;
Nor bring'st forth such innumerable Plants;
(Which often make the rich Inhabitants
Careles of Deitie.) If thou then should'st rere
A Phane to Phœbus: all men would confer
Whole Hecatombs of beeues for sacrifice,
Still thronging hither. And to thee would rise
Euer vnmeasur'd Odors; should'st thou long
Nourish thy King thus, and from forreigne wrong
The Gods would guard thee; which thine owne addresse
Can neuer compasse for thy barrennesse.
 She said, and Delos ioi'd; replying thus:
Most happie sister of Saturnius?
$\scriptstyle {\left.{\begin{matrix}\ \\\\\ \\\ \ \end{matrix}}\right\}\,}$I gladly would, with all meanes entertein
The King your sonne; being now despis'de of men;
But should be honord with the greatest then.
Yet this I feare; Nor will conceale from theee;
Your Sonne (some say) will author miserie
In many kindes: as being to sustein
A mightie empire ouer Gods, and Men,
Vpon the holie-gift-giuer the earth.

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