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 * And ent them here through hard aays
 * With a crowne of deathlee Praie,
 * To triumph in victorious dance
 * Ore enuall Folly, and Intemperance.


 * The dances ended, the Spirit Epilogizes.


 * Spir. To the Ocean now I flie,

And thoe happie climes that lie Where day never huts his eye, Vp in the broad fields of the skie: There I uck the liquid ayre All amidt the gardens faire Of Heperus, and his daughters three That ing about the golden tree, Along the criped hades, and bowres Revells the pruce and jocond Spring, The Graces, and the roie-boom'd Howres Thither all their bounties bring, That there æternall Summer dwells And wet winds, with muskie wing About the cedar'n alleys fling Nard, and Ca&#223;ia's balmie mells. Iris there with humid bow Waters the odorous banks that blow Flowers of more mingled hew Then her purfl'd carfe can hew, And drenches with Elyian dew (Lit mortalls, if your eares be true) Beds of Hyacinth, and roes) Where young Adonis oft repoes, Waxing well of his deepe wound In lumber oft, and on the ground  Rh