A HYMNE TO HERMES.
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The-that-morne-borne-Cyllenius, did attaine
His Homes diuine height; all the farr-stretcht waie
No one blest God, encountring, his assaie;
Nor Mortall Man; nor any Dogg durst spend
His-borne-to-barke-mouth at him; till, in th'end,
He reacht his Caue; and at the Gate went in
Crooked, and wrapt into a fold so thin,
That no eye could discouer his repayre;
But as a darknesse, of th'Autumnall ayre.
When going on; fore-right; he straie arriu'd
At his rich Phane: his soft feet quite depriu'd
Of all least noise, of one that trod the earth;
They trod so swift to reach his roome of Birth.
Where, In his swath-hands, he his shoulders wrapt,
And (like an Infant, newly hauing scap't
The teeming streights) as in the Palms he lay
Of his lou'd Nurse. Yet instantly would play
(Freeing his right hand) with his bearing cloth
About his knees wrapt; and strait (loosing both
His right and left hand) with his left, he caught
His most-lou'd Lute. His Mother yet, was taught
His wanton wiles; nor could a Gods wit lie
His from a Goddesse; who did therefore trye
His answer, thus: Why (thou made all of sleight)
And whence ariu'st thou, in this rest of Night?
Improuident Impudent; In my conceipt
Thou rather shouldst be getting forth thy Gate,
With all flight fit, for thy engander'd State;
His Homes diuine height; all the farr-stretcht waie
No one blest God, encountring, his assaie;
Nor Mortall Man; nor any Dogg durst spend
His-borne-to-barke-mouth at him; till, in th'end,
He reacht his Caue; and at the Gate went in
Crooked, and wrapt into a fold so thin,
That no eye could discouer his repayre;
But as a darknesse, of th'Autumnall ayre.
When going on; fore-right; he straie arriu'd
At his rich Phane: his soft feet quite depriu'd
Of all least noise, of one that trod the earth;
They trod so swift to reach his roome of Birth.
Where, In his swath-hands, he his shoulders wrapt,
And (like an Infant, newly hauing scap't
The teeming streights) as in the Palms he lay
Of his lou'd Nurse. Yet instantly would play
(Freeing his right hand) with his bearing cloth
About his knees wrapt; and strait (loosing both
His right and left hand) with his left, he caught
His most-lou'd Lute. His Mother yet, was taught
His wanton wiles; nor could a Gods wit lie
His from a Goddesse; who did therefore trye
His answer, thus: Why (thou made all of sleight)
And whence ariu'st thou, in this rest of Night?
Improuident Impudent; In my conceipt
Thou rather shouldst be getting forth thy Gate,
With all flight fit, for thy engander'd State;
