Classic Poem

The Evening colts did lonely neigh,
As Plango with Philænis lay
And showed her how to win a place
In the great sporting bare-backed race.
So now as guerdon for her pains,
This purple whip and shining reins
To Venus' portals she doth bring
And begs thee take her offering,
Praying thee, gracious queen, that she
May ever win Love's victory.