vie-Crown'd Bacchus, Iterate in thy Praises, (O Muse) whose Voice, all loftiest Echoes raises; And He with all th'illustrous seede of Ioue; Is ioinde in honor: being the fruite of Loue To him, and Semele-the-great-in-graces: And from the King, his Fathers kinde embraces, By faire-hayrde Nymphs, was taken to the Dales Of Nyssa; and with curious Festiuals Giuen his faire Grought; far from his Fathers view, In Caues, from whence, eternall Odors flew. And in high number of the Deities plac't; Yet, when the many-Hymne-giuen God, had past His Nurses Cares; in Iuies, and in Bates All ouer Thicketed; his varied waies To syluan Couerts, euermore he tooke With all his Nurses; whose shrill voices shooke Thickets, in which, could no footes Entrie fall; And he himself made Captaine of them All. And so (O Grape-abounding Bacchus) be Euer saluted by my Muse, and Me. Giue us to spend with spirit, our Howres out here; And euery Howre, extend to many a Yeare.