A HYMNE TO APOLLO.
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Drew up their ship; which farr up from the saint
They rais'd, with ample rafters. Then, in hand
They tooke the Altar; and inform'd it on
The seas nere shore; imposing thereupon
White cakes of barley: Fire made; and did stand
About it wound; as Phœbus gaue command:
Submitting Inuocations to his will.
Then sacrifis'd to all the heauenly Hill
Of powrefull God-heads. After which, they eat
Abord their ship; till with sit foot repleat;
They rose; nor to their Temple, us'd delay.
Whom Phœbus usherd; and toucht, all the way
His heauenly Lute; with Art, aboue admir'd;
Gracefully leading them. When all were fir'd
With zeale to him; and follow'd wondring, All,
To Pythos; and upon his name did call
With Io-Pæans, such as Cretans vse.
And in their bosomes did the deified Muse
Voices of honey-Harmonie, infuse.
With neuer-wearie feet, their way they went;
And made, with all alacritie, ascent
Up to Parnassus; and that long'd-for place
Where they should liue; and be of men, the Grace.
When, all the way; Apollo show'd them still
Their farr-strecht valleys, and their two-tops Hill;
Their famous Phane; and all, that All could raise,
To a supreame height, of their Ioy, and praise.
And then the Cretan Captaine, that enquir'd
They rais'd, with ample rafters. Then, in hand
They tooke the Altar; and inform'd it on
The seas nere shore; imposing thereupon
White cakes of barley: Fire made; and did stand
About it wound; as Phœbus gaue command:
Submitting Inuocations to his will.
Then sacrifis'd to all the heauenly Hill
Of powrefull God-heads. After which, they eat
Abord their ship; till with sit foot repleat;
They rose; nor to their Temple, us'd delay.
Whom Phœbus usherd; and toucht, all the way
His heauenly Lute; with Art, aboue admir'd;
Gracefully leading them. When all were fir'd
With zeale to him; and follow'd wondring, All,
To Pythos; and upon his name did call
With Io-Pæans, such as Cretans vse.
And in their bosomes did the deified Muse
Voices of honey-Harmonie, infuse.
With neuer-wearie feet, their way they went;
And made, with all alacritie, ascent
Up to Parnassus; and that long'd-for place
Where they should liue; and be of men, the Grace.
When, all the way; Apollo show'd them still
Their farr-strecht valleys, and their two-tops Hill;
Their famous Phane; and all, that All could raise,
To a supreame height, of their Ioy, and praise.
And then the Cretan Captaine, that enquir'd
