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AL THE HYMNES OF HOMER.
An Hymne to Apollo.
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will remember, and expresse the praiseOf heauens far darter, the faire King of daies.Whom euen the Gods themselues feare, when he goesThrough Ioues high house; and when his goodly bowesHe goes to bend; all from their Thrones arise,And cluster neare, t'admire his faculties.Onely Latona, stirs not from her seateClose by the Thunderer; till her sonnes retreatFrom his dread archerie; but then she goes;Slackens his string; and shuts his Quiuer close;And (hauing taken to her hand, his bowe,From off his able shoulders) doth bestoweUpon a Pinne of gold the glorious Tiller;The Pinne of gold fixt in his Fathers Piller. Then doth she to his Throne, his state vphold;Where his great Father, in a cup of goldSerues him with Nectar; and shews all, the graceOf his great sonne. Then th'other gods take place.