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A HYMNE TO VENVS.
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The fierie weede, that was her vtmost weare.
Vubutto'nd her next rosie Robe; and los'd
The Gyrdle, that her slender wast enclos'd.
Vnlac't her buskinns; all her Iewellrie
Tooke from her neck, and brests; and all lay'd by,
Vpon a Golden-studded Chaire of State.
Th'Amaze of all which, being remou'd: euen Fate,
And counsaile of the equall Gods gaue way
To this; that with a Deathlesse Goddesse lay
A deathfull Man: since, what his loue assum'd,
Not with his conscious knowledge, was presum'd.
Now when the shepherds, and the Herdsmen, all,
Turnd from their flowrie Pasture, to their Stall;
With all their Oxen; fat, and frolick sheepe;
Venus, into Anchises, cast a sleepe,
Sweet, and profound; while, with her owne hands now;
With her rich weeds, she did her selfe indow:
But so distinguisht; that he clere might know:
His happie Glories; Then (to her desire
Her heauenly Person; put in Trimms entire)
Shee by the bed stood, of the well-built Stall,
Aduanc't her head, to State Celestiall,
And in her cheekes, arose the radiant hew
Of rich-cround Venus, to apparant view.
And then she rous'd him from his rest; and said;
Vp (my Dardanides) forsake thy bed.
What pleasure, late emploid, letts Humor steepe
Thy lidds, in this inexcitable sleepe?

Wake