Idmon to Venus
If, Acidalia's queene,
Thou quench in mee thy torch,
And with the same Thaumantia's heart shalt scorch,
Each yeere a mirtle tree
Heere I doe vow to consecrate to thee;
And when the meads grow greene,
I will of sweetest flowrs
Weaue thousand garlands to adorne thy bowrs.
Thou quench in mee thy torch,
And with the same Thaumantia's heart shalt scorch,
Each yeere a mirtle tree
Heere I doe vow to consecrate to thee;
And when the meads grow greene,
I will of sweetest flowrs
Weaue thousand garlands to adorne thy bowrs.
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