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INVOCATIO,
Ad Apollinem and Pierides
Good Fate, faire Thespian Deities,
And thou bright God, whose golden Eies,
Serve as a Mirrour to the silver Morne
When (in the height of Grace) the doth adorne
Her Christall presence, and invites
The ever-youthfull Bromius to delights,
Sprinckling his sute of Vert with Pearle,
And (like a loose enamour`d Girle)
Ingles his cheeke; which (waxing red with shame)
Instincts the sensless Grapes to do the same,
Till by his sweete reflection fed,
They gather spirit, and grow discoloured.
To your high influence we commend
Our following Labours, and sustend
Our mutuall palmes, prepar`d to gratulate
An honorable friend: then propagate
With your illustrate faculties
Our mentall powers: Instruct us how to rise
In weighty Numbers, well pursu`d,
And varied from the Multitude:
Be lavish once, and plenteously profuse
Your holy waters, to our thirstie Muse,
That we may give a Round to him
In a Castalian boule, crown`d to the brim.
Vatum Chorus
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