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TAYLOR ON THAME ISIS.
OVr patron Phoebus, whose sweet influence,
Doth quicken all our reason, life and sense,
Tis he makes grasse to grow, & Riuers sprin••
He makes both my songs, subiect, and me sin••
His beames the waters doe extenuate
To vapours, and those vapours eleuate
Into the middle Region, where they tumble,
And melt, and then descend and are made humble,
Moystning the face of many a spacious hill,
Where soaking deepe the hollow vaults they fill,
Where into Riuers they againe breake out,
So nature in a circle runnes about.
Large Downes doe treasure vp great store of raine,
Whose bowels vent it in the vales againe:
No place in England could a treasure keepe,
Thames to maintaine, but Coteswould (queene of sheepe