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 And leave his name uppon the leaves for men to reede and see. Whyle Phoebus thus did prophesie, behold the blood of him Which dyde the grasse, ceast blood to bee, and up there sprang a trim And goodly flowre, more orient than the Purple cloth ingrayne, In shape a Lillye, were it not that Lillyes doo remayne Of sylver colour, whereas theis of purple hew are seene. Although that Phoebus had the cause of this greate honor beene, Yit thought he not the same ynough. And therfore did he wryght His syghes uppon the leaves thereof: and so in colour bryght The flowre hath a writ theron, which letters are of greef. So small the Spartanes thought the birth of Hyacinth repreef Unto them, that they woorship him from that day unto this. And as their fathers did before, so they doe never misse With solemne pomp to celebrate his feast from yeere to yeere. But if perchaunce that Amathus the rich in mettals, weere Demaunded if it would have bred the Propets it would sweare, Yea even as gladly as the folke whose brewes sumtyme did beare A payre of welked homes: whereof they Cerastes named are. Before theyr doore an Altar stood of Jove that takes the care Of alyents and of travellers, which lothsome was to see, For lewdnesse wrought theron. If one that had a straunger bee Had lookt thereon, he would have thought there had on it beene killd Sum sucking calves or lambes. The blood of straungers there was spilld. Dame Venus sore offended at this wicked sacrifyse, To leave her Cities and the land of Cyprus did devyse. But then bethinking her, shee sayd: What hath my pleasant ground, What have my Cities trespassed? what fault in them is found? Nay rather let this wicked race by exyle punnisht beene, Or death, or by sum other thing that is a meane betweene Both death and exyle. What is that? save only for to chaunge Theyr shape. In musing with herself what figure were most straunge, Shee cast her eye uppon a home. And therewithall shee thought The same to bee a shape ryght meete uppon them to bee brought: And so shee from theyr myghty limbes theyr native figure tooke, And turnd them into boystous Bulles with grim and cruell looke. Yit durst the filthy Propets stand in stiffe opinion that Dame Venus was no Goddesse till shee beeing wroth thereat,