A HYMNE TO APOLLO.
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Of any mortall, but celestiall breed,
For parts, and person; Ioy your steps ensue,
And Gods make good the blisse, we thinke your due.
Vouchsafe us true relation, on what land
We here ariue? and what men, here command?
We were for well-knowne parts boun, and from Crete
(Our vanted countrie) to the Pylian seat
Vow'd our whole voyage. Yet ariue we here,
Quite crosse to those wills, that your motions stere.
Wishing to make returne some other way;
Some other course desirous to assaie.
To pay our lost paines. But some God hath fill'd
Our frustrate sayles; defeating what we will'd.
Apollo answerd: Strangers? though before
Yee dwelt in wooddie Gnossus; yet no more
Yee must be made, your owne Reciprocalls
To your lou'd Cittie, and faire seueralls
Of wiues, and houses. But ye shall haue here
My wealthie Temple; honord farre and nere
Of many a Nation: for my selfe am Son
To Ioue himselfe; and of Apollo won
The glorious Title; who thus safelie through
The seas vast billows, still haue held your plough.
No ill intending, that will let yee make
My Temple here, your owne; and honors take
Upon your selues; all that to me are giuen.
And more: the counsailes of the King of Heauen,
Your selues shall know; and with his will receiue
For parts, and person; Ioy your steps ensue,
And Gods make good the blisse, we thinke your due.
Vouchsafe us true relation, on what land
We here ariue? and what men, here command?
We were for well-knowne parts boun, and from Crete
(Our vanted countrie) to the Pylian seat
Vow'd our whole voyage. Yet ariue we here,
Quite crosse to those wills, that your motions stere.
Wishing to make returne some other way;
Some other course desirous to assaie.
To pay our lost paines. But some God hath fill'd
Our frustrate sayles; defeating what we will'd.
Apollo answerd: Strangers? though before
Yee dwelt in wooddie Gnossus; yet no more
Yee must be made, your owne Reciprocalls
To your lou'd Cittie, and faire seueralls
Of wiues, and houses. But ye shall haue here
My wealthie Temple; honord farre and nere
Of many a Nation: for my selfe am Son
To Ioue himselfe; and of Apollo won
The glorious Title; who thus safelie through
The seas vast billows, still haue held your plough.
No ill intending, that will let yee make
My Temple here, your owne; and honors take
Upon your selues; all that to me are giuen.
And more: the counsailes of the King of Heauen,
Your selues shall know; and with his will receiue
