For Vinia comes by Manlius woo'd,As Venus on th' Idalian crest,Before the Phrygian judge she stoodAnd now with blessed omens blest,The maid is here to wed.A maiden shining bright of blee,As Myrtle branchlet Asia bred,Which Hamadryad deityAs toy for joyance aye befedWith humour of the dew.Then hither come thou, hieing lief,Awhile to leave th' Aonian cave,Where 'neath the rocky Thespian cliffNymph Aganippe loves to laveIn cooly waves outpoured.And call the house-bride, homewards bringMaid yearning for new married fere,Her mind with fondness manacling,As the tough ivy here and thereErrant the tree enwinds.