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A HYMNE TO VENVS.
And whom she in his Oxstall found, alone;
His Oxen feeding in fat Pastures, by;
He walking vp, and downe; sounds clere, and hye,
From his harp striking. Then, before him, shee
Stood like a Virgine, that inuinciblie
Had borne her beauties; yet alluringly
Bearing her person; lest his rauisht eye
Should chance t'affect him, with a stupid feare.
Anchises seeing her, all his senses were
With wonder stricken; and high-taken-heeds
Both of her forme; braue stature; and rich weedes.
For, for a vaile; she shin'd in an Attire
That cast a radiance, past the Ray of fire.
Beneath which, wore she guirt to her, a Gowne
Wrought all with growing-rose-budds; reaching downe
T'her slender smalls; which buskinns did diuine;
Such as taught Thetis siluer Feete to shine.
Her soft white neck; rich Carquenets embrac't;
Bright, and with gold, in all variety grac't;
That, to her brests (let downe) lay there and shone,
As at her ioyfull full, the rising Moone.
Her sight show'd miracles. Anchises Heart,
Loue tooke into his hand; and made him part
With these high Salutations; Ioy, (O Queene?)
Whoeuer of the Blest, thy beauties beene,
That light these Entries! Or the Deitie
That Darts affecteth; or that gaue the eye
Of Heauen, his heat and Luster! Or that moues
His Oxen feeding in fat Pastures, by;
He walking vp, and downe; sounds clere, and hye,
From his harp striking. Then, before him, shee
Stood like a Virgine, that inuinciblie
Had borne her beauties; yet alluringly
Bearing her person; lest his rauisht eye
Should chance t'affect him, with a stupid feare.
Anchises seeing her, all his senses were
With wonder stricken; and high-taken-heeds
Both of her forme; braue stature; and rich weedes.
For, for a vaile; she shin'd in an Attire
That cast a radiance, past the Ray of fire.
Beneath which, wore she guirt to her, a Gowne
Wrought all with growing-rose-budds; reaching downe
T'her slender smalls; which buskinns did diuine;
Such as taught Thetis siluer Feete to shine.
Her soft white neck; rich Carquenets embrac't;
Bright, and with gold, in all variety grac't;
That, to her brests (let downe) lay there and shone,
As at her ioyfull full, the rising Moone.
Her sight show'd miracles. Anchises Heart,
Loue tooke into his hand; and made him part
With these high Salutations; Ioy, (O Queene?)
Whoeuer of the Blest, thy beauties beene,
That light these Entries! Or the Deitie
That Darts affecteth; or that gaue the eye
Of Heauen, his heat and Luster! Or that moues
