html.skin-theme-clientpref-night @media(prefers-color-scheme:dark){html.skin-theme-clientpref-os }vie-Crown'd Bacchus, Iterate in thy Praises,
(O Muse) whose Voice, all loftiest Echoes raises;
And He with all th'illustrous seede of Ioue;
Is ioinde in honor: being the fruite of Loue
To him, and Semele-the-great-in-graces:
And from the King, his Fathers kinde embraces,
By faire-hayrde Nymphs, was taken to the Dales
Of Nyssa; and with curious Festiuals
Giuen his faire Grought; far from his Fathers view,
In Caues, from whence, eternall Odors flew.
And in high number of the Deities plac't;
Yet, when the many-Hymne-giuen God, had past
His Nurses Cares; in Iuies, and in Bates
All ouer Thicketed; his varied waies
To syluan Couerts, euermore he tooke
With all his Nurses; whose shrill voices shooke
Thickets, in which, could no footes Entrie fall;
And he himself made Captaine of them All.
And so (O Grape-abounding Bacchus) be
Euer saluted by my Muse, and Me.
Giue us to spend with spirit, our Howres out here;
And euery Howre, extend to many a Yeare.