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O lady Venus, shine on me,
O rose-crowned goddess from thy seas
Radiant among the Cyclades!
O rose-crowned, puissant like the sea.

And bring thy Graces three,
The swift companions of thy mirthful mind,

Bring thy sweet rogue with thee,
Thy careless archer, beautiful and blind.

A woman's royal heart
Bid him to wound and bind her who is free;

Bind her for me!
Nor for the sweet bright crimson blood may start

In little rillets from the little heart
Spare her thy sport to be,
Goddess, she spared not me.
                      

Epigram

If thou wouldst traverse Time with vagrant feet

Nor make the poles thy limit, fill not then

Thy wallet with the fancy’s cloying sweet

         Which is no stay to heaven-aspiring men,

But follow wisdom since alone the wise
Can walk through fire with unblinking eyes.    

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