The Crowne of All Homers Workes/To the Sun

by Homer

 

To the Sun.

he radiant Suns diuine renowne, diffuse
(Ioues Daughter, great Calliope my Muse)
Whom Ox-ey'd Euryphaessa gaue Birth,
To the bright seede of starrie Heauen and Earth.
For the farr-fam'd Hyperion tooke to Wife
His Sister Euryphaessa; that life
Of his high Race gaue, to these louely Three;
Aurora with the Rosie-wrists, and shee
That ownes th'enamouring tresses (the bright Moone)
Together, with the neuer-wearied Sunne.
Who, (his Horse mounting) giues, both Mortalls light
And all Th'immortalls. Euen to horror, bright
A blaze burns from his Golden Burgonet
Which to behold, exceeds the sharpest set
Of any eues intention: Beames so cleare
It all waies powres abroade. The glorious cheare
Of his farr-shining Face, up to his Crowne,
Casts circular Radiance: that comes streaming downe
About his Temples; his bright Cheekes, and all
Retayning the refulgence of their Fall.
About his bosome flowes so fine a Weede
As doth the thynnesse of the winde exceede
In rich context: beneath whose deepe folds flie
His Masculine Horses, round about the skie;
Till in this Hemisphere, he renders staie
T'his gold-yo'kt Coch, and Coursers: and his way
(Let downe by Heauen) the heauenly Cocheman makes
Downe to the Ocean, where his rest he takes.
 My Salutations then, faire King, receiuve,
 And, in propitious returnes Relieue
 My life with Minde-fit means; & then from Thee
 And all the race of compleate Deitie
 My song shall celebrate those halfe-God states,
 That yet, sad deaths condicion circulates.
 And whose braue Acts, the Gods shew men, that they
 As braue may ayme at; since they can but die.

 

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