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Idem.
Inriched sprite by great Apollo crown'dWith cirkling wreaths of stately laurell Bayes,
Scorning as't seemes that thy inchanting layes
Should haue their praise but of immortall sound:
For heau'ns seeing earth, so be thy songs renown'd,
Draw vp thy sweetest Ditties to the skies,
Whose well tun'd notes Phœbus t'his harpe applies:
While as his chariot wheels about the Round.
And thus thy diuine-sprite-inspired Muse
Hath made thee here admir'd, belou'd aboue,
She sings so sweetly that she doth infuse
Wonder in mortals, in the godhead loue:
No maruell if thy songs b'admired then,
That yeeld both musicke vnto gods and men.
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