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 Thir living strength, and unfrequented left His righteous Altar, bowing lowly down To bestiall gods; for which thir heads as low Bow'd down in battell, sunk before the spear Of despicable foes. With these in troop Came Astoreth, whom the Phoenicians call'd Astarte queen of heav'n, with crescent horns; To whose bright image nightly by the moon Sidonian virgins pay'd thir vows and songs, In Sion also not unsung, where stood Her temple on th' offensive mountain, built By that uxorious king whose heart though large, Beguil'd by fair Idolatresses, fell To Idolls foule. Thammuz came next behind, Whose annuall wound in Lebanon allur'd The Syrian damsells to lament his fate In amorous dittyes all a summers day, While smooth Adonis from his native rock Ran purple to the sea, suppos'd with blood Of Thammuz yearly wounded: the love-tale Infected Sions daughters with like heate, Whose wanton passions in the sacred porch Ezekiel saw, when by the vision led His eye survay'd the dark Idolatries