A HYMNE TO HERMES.
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Putting; to shunn, of his stolne steps, the Tract.
Mixing, both Tamrisk; and like-Tamrisk sprayes,
In a most rare confusion, to raise
His footsteps up from earth. Of which sprayes, he
(His armefull gathering, fresh from off the Tree,)
Made for his sandalls, Tyes; both leaues, and tyes
Holding together; and then fear'd no eyes
That could affect his feets discoueries.
The Tamrisk boughs be gather'd, making way
Backe from Pieria: but as to conuaie
Prouision in them; for his iourney fit,
It being long; and therefore needing it.
An ould man, now at labour, nere the field
Of greene Onchestus; knew the verdant yield
Of his fayre armefull; whom th'ingenious Sonne
Of Maia, therefore; salutation
Did thus beginn to; Ho? ould man! That now
Art crokked growne, with making Plants to grow!
Thy nerues will farr be spent; when these boughs shall
To these their leaues, confer me fruit, and All.
But see not thou, what euer thou dost see;
Nor heare, though heare; But all, is touching me
Conceale; since nought, it can endamage thee.
This, and no more be said; and on draue still
His brode-browd Oxen. Many a shadie Hill,
And many an echoing valley; many a field
Pleasant, and wishfull, did his passage yield
Their safe Transcension. But now, the diuine
Mixing, both Tamrisk; and like-Tamrisk sprayes,
In a most rare confusion, to raise
His footsteps up from earth. Of which sprayes, he
(His armefull gathering, fresh from off the Tree,)
Made for his sandalls, Tyes; both leaues, and tyes
Holding together; and then fear'd no eyes
That could affect his feets discoueries.
The Tamrisk boughs be gather'd, making way
Backe from Pieria: but as to conuaie
Prouision in them; for his iourney fit,
It being long; and therefore needing it.
An ould man, now at labour, nere the field
Of greene Onchestus; knew the verdant yield
Of his fayre armefull; whom th'ingenious Sonne
Of Maia, therefore; salutation
Did thus beginn to; Ho? ould man! That now
Art crokked growne, with making Plants to grow!
Thy nerues will farr be spent; when these boughs shall
To these their leaues, confer me fruit, and All.
But see not thou, what euer thou dost see;
Nor heare, though heare; But all, is touching me
Conceale; since nought, it can endamage thee.
This, and no more be said; and on draue still
His brode-browd Oxen. Many a shadie Hill,
And many an echoing valley; many a field
Pleasant, and wishfull, did his passage yield
Their safe Transcension. But now, the diuine
