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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;0 be propitious to my enterprize,Inform with all thy softness these fair eyes,And to love's cause her gentle breast incline;She grants, and has contriv'd it with a sign;Do you assure it too, you who're to me