The ninth Nimphall

MVSES and NIMPHS.

_The Muses spend their lofty layes,

Vpon _Apollo_ and his prayse;

The Nimphs with Gems his Alter build,

This Nimphall is with _Phoebus_ fild._

A Temple of exceeding state,

The Nimphes and Muses rearing,

Which they to _Phoebus_ dedicate,

Elizium euer cheering:

These Muses, and those Nimphes contend

This Phane to _Phoebus_ offring,

Which side the other should transcend,

These praise, those prizes proffering,

And at this long appointed day,

Each one their largesse bringing, 10

Those nine faire Sisters led the way

Thus to _Apollo_ singing.

The Muses. _Thou youthfull God that guid'st the howres,

The Muses thus implore thee,

By all those Names, due to thy powers,

By which we still adore thee._

Sol_, _Tytan_, _Delius_, _Cynthius_, styles

Much reuerence that have wonne thee,

Deriu'd from Mountaines as from Iles

Where worship first was done thee. 20

Rich _Delos_ brought thee forth diuine,

Thy Mother thither driven,

At _Delphos_ thy most sacred shrine,

Thy Oracles were giuen.

In thy swift course from East to West,

They minutes misse to finde thee,

That bear'st the morning on thy breast,

And leau'st the night behinde thee.

Vp to Olimpus top so steepe,

Thy startling Coursers currying; 30

Thence downe to Neptunes vasty deepe,

Thy flaming Charriot hurrying._

Eos_, _Ethon_, _Phlegon_, _Pirois_, proud,

The horses Their lightning Maynes aduancing:

drawing the Breathing forth fire on euery cloud

Chariot of Vpon their Iourney prancing.

the Sunne. Whose sparkling hoofes, with gold for speed

Are shod, to scape all dangers,

Where they upon Ambrosia feed,

In their celestiall Mangers. 40

The Bright _Colatina_, that of hils

mountaines Is Goddesse, and hath keeping

first Her Nimphes, the cleere _Oreades_ wils

saluting the T'attend thee from thy sleeping.

Sunne at his Great _*Demogorgon_ feeles thy might,

rising. His Mynes about him heating:

* Supposed Who through his bosome dart'st thy light,

the God of Within the Center sweating.

earth. If thou but touch thy golden Lyre,

Thou _Minos_ mou'st to heare thee: 50

One of the The Rockes feele in themselues a fire,

Iudges of And rise vp to come neere thee.

hell. 'Tis thou that Physicke didst deuise

Hearbs by their natures calling:

Of which some opening at thy Rise,

And closing at thy falling.

Fayre _Hyacinth_ thy most lou'd Lad,

That with the sledge thou sluest;

Hath in a flower the life he had,

Whose root thou still renewest, 60

Thy _Daphne_ thy beloued Tree,

That scornes thy Fathers Thunder,

And thy deare _Clitia_ yet we see,

A Nimph lou'd Not time from thee can sunder;

of _Apollo_, From thy bright Bow that Arrow flew

and by him (Snatcht from thy golden Quiver)

changed into Which that fell Serpent _Python_ slew,

a flower. Renowning thee for euer.

The _Actian_ and the _Pythian_ Games

Playes or Deuised were to praise thee, 70

Games in With all th' _Apolinary_ names

honor of That th' Ancients thought could raise thee.

_Apollo_. A Shryne vpon this Mountaine hie,

To thee we'll haue erected,

Which thou the God of Poesie

Must care to haue protected:

With thy loud _Cinthus_ that shall share,

With all his shady Bowers,

Nor _Licia's Cragus_ shall compare

With this, for thee, of ours._ 80

Thus hauing sung, the Nimphish Crue

Thrust in amongst them thronging,

Desiring they might haue the due

That was to them belonging.

Quoth they, ye Muses as diuine,

Are in his glories graced,

But it is we must build the Shryne

Wherein they must be placed;

Which of those precious Gemmes we'll make

That Nature can affoord vs, 90

Which from that plenty we will take,

Wherewith we here have stor'd vs:

O glorious _Phoebus_ most diuine,

Thine Altars then we hallow.

And with those stones we build a Shryne

To thee our wise _Apollo_.

The Nimphes. _No Gem, from Rocke, Seas, running streames,

(Their numbers let vs muster)

But hath from thy most powerfull beames

The Vertue and the Lustre; 100

The Diamond, the King of Gemmes,

The first is to be placed,

That glory is of Diadems,

Them gracing, by them graced:

In whom thy power the most is seene,

The raging fire refelling:

The Emerauld then, most deepely greene,

For beauty most excelling,

Resisting poyson often prou'd

By those about that beare it. 110

The cheerfull Ruby then, much lou'd,

That doth reuiue the spirit,

Whose kinde to large extensure growne

The colour so enflamed,

Is that admired mighty stone

The Carbunckle that's named,

Which from it such a flaming light

And radiency eiecteth,

That in the very dark'st of night

The eye to it directeth. 120

The yellow Iacynth, strengthening Sense,

Of which who hath the keeping,

No Thunder hurts nor Pestilence,

And much prouoketh sleeping:

The Chrisolite, that doth resist

Thirst, proued, neuer failing,

The purple colored Amatist,

'Gainst strength of wine prevailing;

The verdant gay greene Smaragdus,

Most soueraine ouer passion: 130

The Sardonix approu'd by vs

To master Incantation.

Then that celestiall colored stone

The Saphyre, heauenly wholly,

Which worne, there wearinesse is none,

And cureth melancholly:

The Lazulus, whose pleasant blew

With golden vaines is graced;

The Iaspis, of so various hew,

Amongst our other placed; 140

The Onix from the Ancients brought,

Of wondrous Estimation,

Shall in amongst the rest be wrought

Our sacred Shryne to fashion;

The Topas, we'll stick here and there,

And sea-greene colored Berill,

And Turkesse, which who haps to beare

Is often kept from perill,

To Selenite, of _Cynthia's_ light,

So nam'd, with her still ranging, 150

Which as she wanes or waxeth bright

Its colours so are changing.

With Opalls, more then any one,

We'll deck thine Altar fuller,

For that of euery precious stone,

It doth retaine some colour;

With bunches of Pearle Paragon

Thine Altars vnderpropping,

Whose base is the Cornelian,

Strong bleeding often stopping: 160

With th' Agot, very oft that is

Cut strangely in the Quarry,

As Nature ment to show in this,

How she her selfe can varry:

With worlds of Gems from Mines and Seas

Elizium well might store vs:

But we content our selues with these

That readiest lye before vs:

And thus O _Phoebus_ most diuine

Thine Altars still we hallow, 170

And to thy Godhead reare this Shryne

Our onely wise _Apollo_._

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