I burn'd and rag'd before—what then are these,But flames on flames, and waters to the seas?By these a thousand other charms are guess'd,Which are so advantageously suppress'd.Oh for some air! this scorching heat remove,Your fan would do't, but 'tis the heat of love."But now the pomp appears, the sacred throngCommand applauses from the heart and tongue;First victory with expanded wings does move,Be near, O Goddess ! to assist my love;To Mars let warriors acclamations raise,The merchants' tongues resound with Neptune's praise;Whilst I, whom neither seas nor arms invite,In love alone, the fruit of peace, delight;To their Apollo let the prophets pray,And hunters to Diana homage pay.Let the mechanics to Minerva vow,Rustics to Ceres, and to Bacchus bow;Whilst I devote myself to thee alone,Kind Venus, and the pow'rful god thy son;