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A HYMNE TO APOLLO.
As an Ostent of infinite dismay.
For none, with any strife of Minde could looke
Into the Omen. All the shipmasts shooke;
And silent, all sate, with the feare they tooke.
Armd not; nor strooke they saile; But as before,
Went on with full Trim: And a foreright Blore,
Stiff; and from forth, the South; the ship made flie.
When first, they strips the Malane Promont'rie:
Toucht at Laconias soile; in which a Towne
Their ship ariu'd at, that the Sea doth Crowne,
Call'd Tenarus; A place of much delight
To men that serue Heauens Comforter of sight.
In which are fed, the famous flocks that beare
The wealthie Fleeces; On a delicate Laire
Being fed, and seated: where the Merchants, faine
Would haue put in; that they might out againe,
To tell the Miracle, that chanc't to them;
And trie if it would take the sacred streame,
Rushing far forth, that he againe might beare
Those other Fishes that abounded there,
Delightsome companie; Or still would stay,
Abord their drie ship. But it faltde t'obay.
And for the rich Peloponesian shore,
Steer'de her free saile; Apollo made the Blore
Directly guide it: That, obaying still
Reacht drie Arena; And, (what wish doth fill)
Faire Aryphæa; And the populous height
Of Thyrus; whose streame (siding her) doth weight
For none, with any strife of Minde could looke
Into the Omen. All the shipmasts shooke;
And silent, all sate, with the feare they tooke.
Armd not; nor strooke they saile; But as before,
Went on with full Trim: And a foreright Blore,
Stiff; and from forth, the South; the ship made flie.
When first, they strips the Malane Promont'rie:
Toucht at Laconias soile; in which a Towne
Their ship ariu'd at, that the Sea doth Crowne,
Call'd Tenarus; A place of much delight
To men that serue Heauens Comforter of sight.
In which are fed, the famous flocks that beare
The wealthie Fleeces; On a delicate Laire
Being fed, and seated: where the Merchants, faine
Would haue put in; that they might out againe,
To tell the Miracle, that chanc't to them;
And trie if it would take the sacred streame,
Rushing far forth, that he againe might beare
Those other Fishes that abounded there,
Delightsome companie; Or still would stay,
Abord their drie ship. But it faltde t'obay.
And for the rich Peloponesian shore,
Steer'de her free saile; Apollo made the Blore
Directly guide it: That, obaying still
Reacht drie Arena; And, (what wish doth fill)
Faire Aryphæa; And the populous height
Of Thyrus; whose streame (siding her) doth weight
