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Vpon Master W. Mountague his returne from travell.

Leade the black Bull to slaughter, with the Bore
And Lambe, then purple with their mingled gore
The Oceans curled brow, that so we may
The Sea-Gods for their carefull waftage pay:
Send gratefull Incense up in pious smoake
To those mild spirits, that cast a curbing yoake
Vpon the stubborne winds, that calmely blew
To the wisht shore, our long'd for Mountague.
Then whilst the Aromatique odours burne,
In honour of their Darling's safe returne;
The Muses Quire shall thus with voyce and hand,
Blesse the fayre Gale that drove his ship to land.
Sweetly breathing Vernall Ayre,
That with kind warmth doest repayre
Wintere raines, from whose brest
All the gums, and spice of th'East
Borrow their perfumes, whose eye
Guilds the morne, and cleares the skie,
Whose disheveld tresses shed
Pearles upon the Violet bed,
On whose brow with calme smiles drest
The Halcions fits and builds her nest.
Beautie, Youth, and endlesse spring,
Dwell upon thy rosie wing.
Thou, if stormie Boreas throwes
Downe whole Forrest when he blowes,
With a pregnant flowery birth
Ganst refresh the teeming Earth;
If he nip the early bud,
If he blast what's faire or good;
If he scatter our choyce flowers,
If she shake our hills or bowers,
If his rude breath threaten us,
Thou canst stroake great Æolus,
And from him the grace obtaine
To binde him in an Iron chaine.
Thus, whilst you deale your body 'mongst your friends,
And fill their circling armes, my glad soule sends
This her embrace: Thus we of Delphos greet
As Lay-men claspe their hands, we joyne our feet.