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A HYMNE TO VENVS.
Which euen the Howrs themselues weare in resort,
To Deities Dances; and her Fathers Court.
Grac't at all parts; they brought to Heauen her graces;
Whose first sight seene; all fell into embraces;
Hugg'd her white bands; saluted; wishing, all,
To weare her Maiden Flowre in festiuall
Of sacred Hymen: and to leade her home.
All, to all admiration, ouercome
With Cytheræa, with the violet Crowne.
So, to the black-Browd-sweet-spoke; All Renowne;
Prepare my Song; and giue me, in the end,
The victory; to whose Palme, all contend.
So shall my Muse, for euer honour thee,
And (for thy sake) thy faire Posteritie.
To Deities Dances; and her Fathers Court.
Grac't at all parts; they brought to Heauen her graces;
Whose first sight seene; all fell into embraces;
Hugg'd her white bands; saluted; wishing, all,
To weare her Maiden Flowre in festiuall
Of sacred Hymen: and to leade her home.
All, to all admiration, ouercome
With Cytheræa, with the violet Crowne.
So, to the black-Browd-sweet-spoke; All Renowne;
Prepare my Song; and giue me, in the end,
The victory; to whose Palme, all contend.
So shall my Muse, for euer honour thee,
And (for thy sake) thy faire Posteritie.
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