The Crowne of All Homers Workes/To Ceres

by Homer

 

To Ceres.

he Rich-hayr'd, Ceres, I assaie to sing;
A Goddesse, in whose Grace the naturall spring
Of serious Maiestie it selfe, is seene:
And of the wedded, yet in grace stil green,
(Proserpina, her Daughter) that displaies
A Beautie, casting euery way her Raies.
All Honor to thee (Goddesse:) keepe this Towne;
And take, thou, chiefe charge of my songs Renoune.