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Either Zeus came to earth to shew his form to thee, Phidias, or thou to heaven hast gone the god to see.

I, Phoebus, sang those songs that gained so much renown I, Phoebus, sang them; Homer only wrote them down.

Say, Bacchus, why so placid? What can there be In commune held by Pallas and by thee? Her pleasure is in darts and battles; thine In joyous feasts and draughts of rosy wine.

Some thoughtlessly proclaim the Muses nine: A tenth is Sappho, maid divine.

The Ethiop gods have Ethiop lips, Bronze cheeks, and woolly hair; The Grecian gods are like the Greeks, As keen-eyed, cold and fair.

Speak of the gods as they are.

And when they heard these sayings, they were full of wrath, and cried out, saying, Great is Diana of the Ephesians.

And that dismal cry rose slowly And sank slowly through the air, Full of spirit's melancholy And eternity's despair! And they heart the words it said-- Pan is dead! great Pan is dead! Pan, Pan is dead!

The Graces, three erewhile, are three no more; A fourth is come with perfume sprinkled o'er. 'Tis Berenice blest and fair; were she Away the Graces would no Graces be.

Two goddesses now must Cyprus adore; The Muses are ten, and the Graces are four; Stella's wit is so charming, so sweet her fair face, She shines a new Venus, a Muse, and a Grace.

The confounding of all right and wrong, in wild fury, has averted from us the gracious favor of the gods.

Ye immortal gods! where in the world are we?

Never, believe me, Appear the Immortals, Never alone.

Nature's self's thy Ganymede.

With ravish'd ears The monarch hears, Assumes the god, Affects to nod, And seems to shake the spheres.

Creator Venus, genial power of love, The bliss of men below, and gods above! Beneath the sliding sun thou runn'st thy race, Dost fairest shine, and best become thy place; For thee the winds their eastern blasts forbear, Thy mouth reveals the spring, and opens all the year; Thee, goddess, thee, the storms of winter fly, Earth smiles with flowers renewing, laughs the sky.

Cupid is a casuist, a mystic, and a cabalist,-- Can your lurking thought surprise, And interpret your device, . . . . All things wait for and divine him,-- How shall I dare to malign him?

Though men determine, the gods doo dispose: and oft times many things fall out betweene the cup and the lip.

There's a one-eyed yellow idol to the north of Khatmandu, There's a little marble cross below the town, There's a broken-hearted woman tends the grave of Mad Carew, And the yellow god forever gazes down.

The heathen in his blindness Bows down to wood and stone.