I'll with my off'rings to thy altar come,With votive myrrh thy sacred fane perfume;The vows I make that thou my fair mayst bless,In words inscrib'd, I'll on thy shrine express:-"Ovid, the servant of Corinna, pray'dThe goddess here, the teeming dame to aid."Ah, goddess! of my humble suit allow;Give place to my inscription and my vow.If frighted as I am, I may presumeYour conduct to direct in time to come,Corinna, since you've suffer'd thus before,Ah, try the bold experiment no more!