he Muses Ioue, and Phœbus, now I sing; For from the farr-off-shooting Phœbus, spring All Poets, and Musitions; and from Ioue Th'Ascents of Kings. The Man, the Muses loue, Felicitie blesses; Elocutions choice In Syrrup lay'ng, of sweetest breath, his voice. Haile (Seede of Ioue) my song, your honors, giue; And so, in Mine, shall yours, and others, liue.