PHOEBUS, unto thee we sing, O thou great Idalian king; Thou the God of Physic art, Of Poetry and Archery: We sing unto thee with a heart Devoted to thy deity. All bright glory crown thy head, Thou sovereign of all piety, Whose golden beams and rays are shed As well upon the poor as rich, For thou alike regardest each. Phœbus, unto thee we sing, O thou great Idalian King.
Source:
Lyrics from the Dramatists of the Elizabethan Age. A. H. Bullen, ed. London: John C. Nimmo, 1889. 149.