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A Bowle of Nectar; interchangeablie
$\scriptstyle {\left.{\begin{matrix}\ \\\\\ \ \end{matrix}}\right\}\,}$With her immortall fingers, seruing thine.
And when (O Phœbus) that eternall wine
Thy tast had relisht; and that foode diuine:
$\scriptstyle {\left.{\begin{matrix}\ \\\\\ \ \end{matrix}}\right\}\,}$No golden swath-band longer could containe
Thy panting bosome: all that would constraine
Thy soone-easd God-head; Euery feeble chaine,
Of earthy Child-rights; flew in sunder, all.
And then didst thou thus, to the Deities call:
 Let there be giuen me, my lou'd Lute and Bow;
I'le prophecie to men; and make them know
Ioues perfect counsailes. This said; vp did flie
From brode-waide Earth, the vnshorne Deitie,
Far-shot Apollo. All th'Immortalls stood
In steepe amaze, to see Latonaes brood.
All Delos, looking on him; all with gold
Was loden strait; and ioi'd to be extold
By great Latona so; that she decreed,
Her barrennesse, should beare the fruitfulst seed
Of all the Iles, and Continents of earth;
And lou'd her, from her heart so, for her birth.
For so she florisht; as a hill that stood
Crownd with the flowre of an abundant wood:
And thou (O Phœbus) bearing in thy hand
Thy siluer bow: walk'st ouer euery land.
Sometimes ascend'st the rough-hewne rockie hill
Of desolate Cynthus: and sometimes tak'st will
To visit Ilands; and the Plumps of men.

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