Bare thee some lioness wild in Lybian wold?Or Scylla barking from low'st inguinal fold?With so black spirit, of so dure a mould,E'en voice of suppliant must thou disregardIn latest circumstance ah, heart o'er hard?
Epithalamium On Vinia And Manlius
Of Helicon-hill, O Thou that beHaunter, Urania's progeny,Who hurriest soft virginityTo man, 0 Hymenaeus Hymen,0 Hymen Hymenaeus.About thy temples bind the bloom,Of Marjoram flow'ret scented sweet;Take flamey veil: glad hither comeCome hither borne by snow-hue'd feetWearing the saffron'd sock.And, roused by day of joyful cheer,Carolling nuptial lays and chauntsWith voice as silver ringing clear,Beat ground with feet, while brandisht flauntsThy hand the piney torch.