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A HYMNE TO APOLLO.
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And bitterly I feare, that when his birthGiues him the sight, of my so barren soileHe will contemne; and giue me vp to spoile:Enforce the sea to me; that euer willOppresse my heart, with many a watrie hill.And therefore, let him chuse some other land,Where he shall please; to build at his commandTemple and Groue, set thick with many a Tree.For wretched Polypusses, breed in meRetyring chambers; and black sea-calues, DenIn my poore soile, for penurie of Men.And yet (O Goddesse) would'st thou please to sweareThe Gods great oath to me, before thou beareThy blesses Sonne here; that thou wilt erectA Phane to him, to render the effectOf mens demands to them, before they fall;Then will thy sonnes renowne be generall;Men will his name, in such varietie call.And I shall, then, be glad, his birth to beare.This said; the Gods great oath she thus did swere:Know this (O earth!) broad heauens inferior sphere,And of blacke Styx, the most infernall lake(Which is the grauest oath, the Gods can take)That here shall euer rise to Phœbus NameAn odorous Phane, and Altar; and thy fameHonor, past all Iles else, shall see him emploid.Her oath thus tooke, and ended; Delos ioi'dIn mightie measure, that she should become,
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