And for that time of Gods wee honour’d all, _Apollo_ high for wisedome, arte, and skill: At _Troynouant_ a Temple speciall I built to him, for sacrifices still. Whereon I fell, as after speake I will. Such was our vse and superstition [wholy][418] then, To deeme as Gods the statures tall of noble worthy men.[419] 9. Some saye I made the holesome Baths at Bathe,[420] And made therefore two Tunnes of burning brasse: And other twayne seauen kindes of salts that haue In them inclos’d, but these bee made of glasse, With sulphur fild, wilde fire emixt there was, And in foure welles these Tunnes so placed heate for aye The water springing vp, before it passe away.[421] 10. Which waters heate and clensing perfect powre, With vapours of the sulphur, salts, and fire, Hath vertue great, to heale, and washe, and scowre The bathed sores therein that health desire. If of the vertues, moe thou dost require [To knowe,] I will resite what old experience tells In causes cold the noble vertues of these welles. 11. The bathes to soften sinewes vertue haue, And also for to clense and scowre the skin From Morphewes white and blacke, to heale and saue The bodyes freckled, faynt, are bathed therein: Scabs, lepry, sores are[422] old and festered in, The scurfe, botch, itche, goute, poxe, [sweld ioynts] and humores fell, The milt and liuer hard it heales, and palsey well.[423] 12. I must confesse by learned skill I found Those natiue welles whence springs that helpe[424] for men: But well thou know’st there runnes from vnder ground Springes sweete, salt, cold, and hote euen now as then, From rocke, salt petre, alume, grauell, fen, From sulphur, iron, leade, gold, siluer, brasse and tinne: Ech fountayne takes the force of vayne it coucheth in.[425] 13. Then who so knowes by nature’s worke in these, Of metalles or of mynes the force to heale, May sooner giue his iudgement in disease, For curing by the bath, and surer deale With sickly people of the publique weale, And also finde of fountaynes salt, or hote, or cold, And for to heale by them the sicke with honour bee bold.[426] 14. The Citie eke of _Bathe_ I founded there, Renouned far by reason of the welles: And many monuments that auncient were I placed there, thou know’st the story tells. I sought renowne and fame and nothing elze. But when our actes extoll our prayse aboue the skie, W’are blinded so, wee looke not downe from whence wee flye.[427] 15.