The Cupids' mother stern, the son
Of Semele, giddy Wantonness
Bid me forgo my freedom won,
And yet again love's power confess.
Me Glycera's beauty fires, more bright
Than ever Parian marble shone,
Her charming pout, her face that quite
Undoeth all who look thereon.
From Cyprus come in me to dwell,
Venus of flying Parthian's shot
Forbids me, or of Scyth to tell,
Or of what else concerns her not.
Bring fresh-cut sods and myrtle spray,
A chalice bring of pure new wine
With incense. I'll a victim slay,
And her to milder mood incline.