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A HYMNE TO HERMES.


All hid in darknesse; and in clouts againe,
Wrapt him so closely; that the sharpe-seene eye
Of your owne Eagle, could not see him lye.
For with his hands, the ayre he rarified
(This way, and that mou'd) till bright gleames did glide
About his Being; that if any eye
Should dare the Darknesse; Light appos'd so nie
Might blinde it quite, with her Antipathie.
Which wile he woue, in curious care t'illude
The'Extreame of any eye, that could intrude.
On which relying, he outrageouslie
(When I accus'd him) trebled his replie;
I did not see; I did not heare; nor I
Will tell at all; that any other stole
Your brode-browd Beeues. Which an Impostors soule
Would soone haue done; and any Author faine
Of purpose onely, a Reward to gaine.
And thus he colourd truth, in euery lie.
This saud; Apollo sate; and Mercurie,
The Gods Commander, pleas'd with this replie.
Father! I'le tell the truth; (for I am true
And farr from Art to lie.) He did pursue
Euen to my Caue, his Oxen: this selfe daie;
The Sunn, new raising his illustrious raie.
But brought with him, none of the Bliss-indu'd,
Nor any ocular witnesse, to conclude,
His bare assertion. But his owne command
Laid on with strong, and necessarie hand,

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