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A HYMNE TO VENVS.
Into his bosome, iointly, she conuaid
The fires of loue; when (all enamourd) He
In these terms answered: If Mortalitie
Confine thy Fortunes; and a woman were
Mother to those attractions that appeare
In thy admir'd forme; thy great Father giuen
High Name of Otreus; and the Spie of Heauen
(Immortall Mercurie) th'enforce-full cause
That made thee lose the Prize of that applause,
That modestie, immaculate Virgines giues:
My wife thou shalt be call'd, through both our liues.
Nor shall the powrs of Men, nor Gods withhold
My fiery resolution, to enfold
Thy bosome in mine armes; which here I vow
To firme performance, past delay; and Now.
Nor (should Apollo with his siluer Bow
Shoote me to instant death) would I forbeare
To doe a deede, so full of cause so deare.
For with a Heauen-sweet woman, I will ly,
Though strait I stoope the house of Dis, and die.
This said; he tooke her hand; and she tooke way
With him; her bright eyes casting round; whose stay
She stuck vpon a bed, that was before
Made for the King, and wealthie couerings wore.
On which, Beares Hydes, and bigg-voic't Lyons lay;
Whose Preyfull liues, the King had made his Prey,
Hunting th'Idalian Hills. This Bed when they
Had both ascended; first he tooke from her
The fires of loue; when (all enamourd) He
In these terms answered: If Mortalitie
Confine thy Fortunes; and a woman were
Mother to those attractions that appeare
In thy admir'd forme; thy great Father giuen
High Name of Otreus; and the Spie of Heauen
(Immortall Mercurie) th'enforce-full cause
That made thee lose the Prize of that applause,
That modestie, immaculate Virgines giues:
My wife thou shalt be call'd, through both our liues.
Nor shall the powrs of Men, nor Gods withhold
My fiery resolution, to enfold
Thy bosome in mine armes; which here I vow
To firme performance, past delay; and Now.
Nor (should Apollo with his siluer Bow
Shoote me to instant death) would I forbeare
To doe a deede, so full of cause so deare.
For with a Heauen-sweet woman, I will ly,
Though strait I stoope the house of Dis, and die.
This said; he tooke her hand; and she tooke way
With him; her bright eyes casting round; whose stay
She stuck vpon a bed, that was before
Made for the King, and wealthie couerings wore.
On which, Beares Hydes, and bigg-voic't Lyons lay;
Whose Preyfull liues, the King had made his Prey,
Hunting th'Idalian Hills. This Bed when they
Had both ascended; first he tooke from her
