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And then into thine owne care take thy Sonne;
From his calme seat, to windie Ilion.
Where, if strickt question, be vpon thee past,
Asking what Mother, bore beneath her wast
So deare a Sonne; answer, as I afford
Fit admonition, nor forget a word;
$\scriptstyle {\left.{\begin{matrix}\ \\\\\ \ \end{matrix}}\right\}\,}$They say a Nymph, call'd Calucopides,
That is with others, an inhabitresse
On this thy wood-crownd Hill; acknowledges
That she, his life gaue. But if thou declare
The Secrets, truth; and art so mad to dare
(In glory of thy fortunes) te approue,
That rich-crownd Venus, mixt with thee in loue;
Ioue (fir'd with my aspersion, so dispred)
Will, with a wreakefull lightning, dart thee dead.
All, now, is told thee; comprehend it All.
Be Master of thy selfe; and doe not call
$\scriptstyle {\left.{\begin{matrix}\ \\\\\ \ \end{matrix}}\right\}\,}$My Name in question; but, with reuerence vow
To Deities angers, all the awe, ye owe.
This said; shee reacht Heauen, where ayres euer flowe;
And so (O Goddesse) euer honord be
In thy so Odorous Cyprian Emperie;
My Muse, affecting first, thy Fame to raise;
Shall make Transcension now, to others Praise.

 

The end of the first Hymne to Venus.