esta I sing, who, in Bequest of Fate, Art sorted out, an euerlasting State In all th'Immortals high-built roofes, & all Those of Earth-dwelling Men: As generall And ancient honors, giuen thee for thy gift Of free-liu'd Chastitie; and precious Thrift. Nor can there amongst Mortalls, Banquets be; In which, both first and last, they giue not Thee Their endlesse Gratitudes, in pourd-out wine; As gracious sacrifice, to thy diuine And vsefull virtues; being inuok'd by All, Before the least Taste of their Festiuall In wine or foode, affect their appetities. And thou, that of th'adorn'd with all Delights, Art the most usefull Angell: borne a God Of Ioue, and Maia; of Heauens golden Rodd The sole Sustainer; and hast powre to blesse With All good, All Men (great Argicides) Inhabit all Good houses; see'ng no wants Of mutuall mindes loue, in Th'inhabitants. Ioine in kinde blessing with the bashfull Maid And all-lou'd Virgin, Vesta; eithers aid Combin'd in euery Hospitable House: Both being best seene, in all the gracious House-works of Mortalls. Jointly follow then Euen from their youths, the mindes of dames and men. Haile then, ould Daughter of the ouldest God, And thou great bearer of Heauens golden Rodd? Yet not to you, alone, my vowes belong; Others as well, claime T'Homage of my song.