html.skin-theme-clientpref-night @media(prefers-color-scheme:dark){html.skin-theme-clientpref-os }he Muses Ioue, and Phœbus, now I sing;
For from the farr-off-shooting Phœbus, spring
All Poets, and Musitions; and from Ioue
Th'Ascents of Kings. The Man, the Muses loue,
Felicitie blesses; Elocutions choice
In Syrrup lay'ng, of sweetest breath, his voice.
Haile (Seede of Ioue) my song, your honors, giue;
And so, in Mine, shall yours, and others, liue.