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SILVIO, ECCHO within.
O Goddesse of the slothfull, blind, and vain,
Who with foul hearts, Rites foolish and profane,
Altars and Temples hallow to thy name!
Temples? or Sanctuaries vile said I?
To protect Lewdnesse and impietie,
Under the robe of thy Divinity?
And thou base Goddesse: that thy wickednesse,
When others do as bad, may seem the lesse,
Giv'st them the reins to all lasciviousnesse.
Rotter of soul and body, enemie
Of reason, plotter of sweet thee very,
The little and great World's calamitie.
Reputed worthily the Ocean's daughter:
That treacherous monster, which with even water
First soothes, but ruffles into storms soon after.
Such windes of sighs, such Cataracts of tears,
Such breaking waves of hopes, such gulfs of fears,
Thou mak'st in men, such rocks of cold despairs.