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A HYMNE TO VENVS.
he force (O Muse) and functions, now, vnfold,
Of Cyprian Venus, grac't with Mines of Gold.
Who, euen in Deities, lights Loues sweet desire;
And all Deaths kindes of men, makes kisse her fire:
All Ayres wing'd Nation; all the Belluine;
That or the Earth feedes, or the Seas confine.
To all which appertaine, the loue and care
Of well-crown'd Venus works. Ye three there are,
Whose mindes, she neither can deceiue nor moue;
Pallas, the seede of Ægis-bearing-Ioue;
Who still liues Indeuirginate; her eyes
Being blew, and sparkling like the freezing skies:
Whom all the Gold of Venus, neuer can
Tempt to affect her facts, with God or Man.
She louing strife, and Mars-his working Banes',
Of Cyprian Venus, grac't with Mines of Gold.
Who, euen in Deities, lights Loues sweet desire;
And all Deaths kindes of men, makes kisse her fire:
All Ayres wing'd Nation; all the Belluine;
That or the Earth feedes, or the Seas confine.
To all which appertaine, the loue and care
Of well-crown'd Venus works. Ye three there are,
Whose mindes, she neither can deceiue nor moue;
Pallas, the seede of Ægis-bearing-Ioue;
Who still liues Indeuirginate; her eyes
Being blew, and sparkling like the freezing skies:
Whom all the Gold of Venus, neuer can
Tempt to affect her facts, with God or Man.
She louing strife, and Mars-his working Banes',