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...and like esteemed, and the dull swain
Treads on it daily with his clouted shoon;
And yet more med'cinal is it than that Moly
That Hermes once to wise Ulysses gave.
He called it Haemony, and gave it me,
And bade me keep it as of sovran use
'Gainst all enchantments, mildew blast, or damp,
Or ghastly Furies' apparition.
I pursed it up, but little reckoning made,
Till now that this extremity compelled.
But now I find it true; for by this means
I knew the foul enchanter, though di...Read more of this...

...s, refresh'd with dainty showers,
Grew amaranthus, and sweet gilliflowers,
The marigold, Ph{oe}bus' beloved friend,
The moly, which from sorcery doth defend,
Violet, carnation, balm, and cassia,
Idea's primrose, coronet of may.
Above this grove a gentle fair ascent,
Which by degrees of milk-white marble went:
Upon the top, a paradise was found,
With which Nature this miracle had crown'd,
Empal'd with rocks of rarest precious stone,
Which like the flames of ?tna brightly shone...Read more of this...

...y. 

Let Sophereth rejoice with White Hellebore. 

Let Darkon rejoice with the Melon-Thistle. 

Let Jaalah rejoice with Moly wild garlick. 

Let Ami rejoice with the Bladder Sena in season or out of season bless the name of the Lord. 

Let Pochereth rejoice with Fleabane. 

Let Keros rejoice with Tree Germander. 

Let Padon rejoice with Tamnus Black Briony. 

Let Mizpar rejoice with Stickadore. 

Let Baanah rejoice with Napus the French Turnip. 

Let Reelaiah rejoice with the...Read more of this...

...rts worn out with many wars 
And eyes grown dim with gazing on the pilot-stars. 

But, propt on beds of amaranth and moly, 
How sweet (while warm airs lull us, blowing lowly) 
With half-dropt eyelids still, 90 
Beneath a heaven dark and holy, 
To watch the long bright river drawing slowly 
His waters from the purple hill¡ª 
To hear the dewy echoes calling 
From cave to cave thro' the thick-twin¨¨d vine¡ª 95 
To watch the emerald-colour'd water falling 
Thro' many ...Read more of this...

...rynd is tough,
sweet is the nut, but bitter is his pill;
sweet is the broome-flowre, but yet sowre enough;
and sweet is Moly, but his root is ill.
So euery sweet with soure is tempred still,
that maketh it be coueted the more:
for easie things that may be got at will,
most sorts of men doe set but little store.
Why then should I accoumpt of little paine,
that endlesse pleasure shall vnto me gaine....Read more of this...

...hearts worn out by many wars
And eyes grown dim with gazing on the pilot-stars.VII


But, propt on beds of amaranth and moly,
How sweet (while warm airs lull us, blowing lowly)
With half-dropt eyelid still,
Beneath a heaven dark and holy,
To watch the long bright river drawing slowly
His waters from the purple hill--
To hear the dewy echoes calling
From cave to cave thro' the thick-twined vine--
To watch the emerald-colour'd water falling
Thro' many a wov'n acanthus-wreath di...Read more of this...

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