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A HYMNE TO APOLLO.

For yet was sacred Thebes, no humane seate;
And therefore were no Paths, nor high waies beat
On her free bosome, that flowes now with wheat.
But then, she onely, wore on it, a wood.
From hence (euen loth to part, because it stood
Fit for thy seruice) thou put'st on Remoue
To greene Onchestus; Neptunes glorious Groue;
Where new-tam'd horse, bredd, nourish nerues so rare,
That still they frolick, though they trauaild are
Neuer so sore; and hurrie after them
Most heauie Coches: but are so extream
(In vsuall-trauaile) fierie-and-free;
That though their cochman, ne're so masterlie
Gouernes their courages; he sometimes must
Forsake his seat, and giue their spirits their lust:
When, after them, their emptie coach they drawe,
Foming, and Neighing, quite exempt from awe.
And if their Cocheman, guide through any Groue
Unshorne, and vow'd to any Deities Loue:
The Lords encocht, leap out; and all their care
Vse to allaie their fires, with speaking faire;
Stroking, and trimming them; and in some queach,
(Or strength of shade) within their nearest reach,
Reigning them vp; inuoke the deified King
And leaue them then, to her preseruing hands,
Who is the Fate, that there, the God commands.
And this was first, the sacred fashion there.

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