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A HYMNE TO HERMES.


With her fames losse; which (found) she more wisht sung.
But now; he, in his sacred cradle laid
His Lute so absolute; and strait conuaid
Himselfe up to a watch-towre, forth his house;
Rich, and diuinely Odoriferous
A loftie wile, at worke in his conceipt;
Thirsting the practise of his Empires height.
And where Impostors rule; (since sable Night
Must serue their deeds) he did his deeds their right:
For now the neuer-resting Sunne, was turn'd
For th'vnder earth, and in the Ocean burn'd
His Coch, and Coursers. When th'ingenious spie
Pieria's shadie hill, had in his eye;
Where the immortall Oxen of the Gods
In ayres flood solac't their select Abods;
And earths sweet greene floure, that was neuer shorne;
Fed euer downe; And those the wittie-borne
(Argicides,) set servous spie upon:
Seuering from all the rest; and setting gone
Full fiftie of the violent Bellowers.
Which driuing through the sands; he did reuerse
(His births-craft strait remembring) all their houes;
And them transpos'd, in opposite remoues;
The fore, behinde set; The behinde, before;
T'employ the eyes, of such as should explore.
And he himselfe (as flye-pac't) cast away
His sandalls, on the sea-sands. Past display;
And unexcogitable thoughts, in Act

Putting;