oCyprian Venus, still my verses vow: Who Gifts, as sweete as honey doth bestow On all Mortality. That euer smiles; And rules a face, that all foes reconciles. Euer sustaining in her hand, a Flowre, That all desire keepes, euer in her Powre. Haile then O Queene of well-built Salamine, And all the state, that Cyprus doth confine: Informe my song, with that celestiall fire, That in thy beauties, kindles all desire. So shall my Muse, for euer honour Thee, And any other, thou commend'st to Me.