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A Bowle of Nectar; interchangeablie$\scriptstyle {\left.{\begin{matrix}\ \\\\\ \ \end{matrix}}\right\}\,}$With her immortall fingers, seruing thine.And when (O Phœbus) that eternall wineThy tast had relisht; and that foode diuine:$\scriptstyle {\left.{\begin{matrix}\ \\\\\ \ \end{matrix}}\right\}\,}$No golden swath-band longer could containeThy panting bosome: all that would constraineThy soone-easd God-head; Euery feeble chaine,Of earthy Child-rights; flew in sunder, all.And then didst thou thus, to the Deities call: Let there be giuen me, my lou'd Lute and Bow;I'le prophecie to men; and make them knowIoues perfect counsailes. This said; vp did flieFrom brode-waide Earth, the vnshorne Deitie,Far-shot Apollo. All th'Immortalls stoodIn steepe amaze, to see Latonaes brood.All Delos, looking on him; all with goldWas loden strait; and ioi'd to be extoldBy great Latona so; that she decreed,Her barrennesse, should beare the fruitfulst seedOf all the Iles, and Continents of earth;And lou'd her, from her heart so, for her birth.For so she florisht; as a hill that stoodCrownd with the flowre of an abundant wood:And thou (O Phœbus) bearing in thy handThy siluer bow: walk'st ouer euery land.Sometimes ascend'st the rough-hewne rockie hillOf desolate Cynthus: and sometimes tak'st willTo visit Ilands; and the Plumps of men.

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