Games in With all th' _Apolinary_ names honor of That th' Ancients thought could raise thee. _Apollo_. A Shryne vpon this Mountaine hie, To thee we'll haue erected, Which thou the God of Poesie Must care to haue protected: With thy loud _Cinthus_ that shall share, With all his shady Bowers, Nor _Licia's Cragus_ shall compare With this, for thee, of ours._ 80 Thus hauing sung, the Nimphish Crue Thrust in amongst them thronging, Desiring they might haue the due That was to them belonging. Quoth they, ye Muses as diuine, Are in his glories graced, But it is we must build the Shryne Wherein they must be placed; Which of those precious Gemmes we'll make That Nature can affoord vs, 90 Which from that plenty we will take, Wherewith we here have stor'd vs: O glorious _Phœbus_ most diuine, Thine Altars then we hallow. And with those stones we build a Shryne To thee our wise _Apollo_. The Nimphes. _No Gem, from Rocke, Seas, running streames, (Their numbers let vs muster) But hath from thy most powerfull beames The Vertue and the Lustre; 100 The Diamond, the King of Gemmes, The first is to be placed, That glory is of Diadems, Them gracing, by them graced: In whom thy power the most is seene, The raging fire refelling: The Emerauld then, most deepely greene, For beauty most excelling, Resisting poyson often prou'd By those about that beare it. 110 The cheerfull Ruby then, much lou'd, That doth reuiue the spirit, Whose kinde to large extensure growne The colour so enflamed, Is that admired mighty stone The Carbunckle that's named, Which from it such a flaming light And radiency eiecteth, That in the very dark'st of night The eye to it directeth. 120 The yellow Iacynth, strengthening Sense, Of which who hath the keeping, No Thunder hurts nor Pestilence, And much prouoketh sleeping: The Chrisolite, that doth resist Thirst, proued, neuer failing, The purple colored Amatist, 'Gainst strength of wine prevailing; The verdant gay greene Smaragdus, Most soueraine ouer passion: 130