A Hymn to VulcanPraise Vulcan, now Muse; whom fame gives the prizeFor depth and fracture of all forge-devise;Who, with the sky-ey’d Pallas, first did giveMen rules of buildings, that before did liveIn caves and dens, and hills, like savage beasts;But now, by art-fam’d Vulcan’s interestsIn all their civil industries, ways clearThrough th’ all-things-bringing-to-their-ends (the year)They work out to their ages’ ends, at easeLodg’d in safe roofs from Winter’s utmost prease.But, Vulcan, stand propitious to me,Virtue safe granting, and felicity!
Praise Vulcan, now Muse; whom fame gives the prizeFor depth and fracture of all forge-devise;Who, with the sky-ey’d Pallas, first did giveMen rules of buildings, that before did liveIn caves and dens, and hills, like savage beasts;But now, by art-fam’d Vulcan’s interestsIn all their civil industries, ways clearThrough th’ all-things-bringing-to-their-ends (the year)They work out to their ages’ ends, at easeLodg’d in safe roofs from Winter’s utmost prease.But, Vulcan, stand propitious to me,Virtue safe granting, and felicity!