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A HYMNE TO APOLLO.


Whose luster leapt up, to the spheare of fire;
He trodd, where no waie op'te; and pierst the place
That of his sacred Tripods, held the grace,
In which, he lighted such a fluent flame,
As guilt all Crissa; In which, euery Dame
And Dames faire daughter; cast out vehement cries
At those fell fires, of Phœbus Prodigies:
That shaking feares, through all their fancies threw.
Then (lik the mindes swift light) Againe he flew
Backe to the ship; shap't like a youth in Height
Of all his graces: shoulders broad, and streit,
And all his haire, in golden currls enwrapt:
And to the Merchants, thus, his speech he shap't:
Ho? strangers? what are you? and from what seat
Saile ye these waies, that salt and water sweat?
To traffick iustice? Or vse vagrant scapes
Voyde of all rule? Conferring wrongs, and Rapes
(Like Pyrats) on the men, ye neuer sawe?
With mindes proiect; exempt from list, or Lawe?
Why sit ye heere so stupified? nor take
Land while ye may? Nor deposition make
Of Nauall Arms? when this the fashion is
Of men Industrious! who, (their faculties
Wearied at sea,) leaue ship, and vse the land
For foode, that with their healths, and stomacks stand.
This said; with bold mindes, be their brest suppli'd,
And thus made answer, the Cretensian guide;
Stranger? because, you seeme to vs no seed

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