Of Neptune's empire let us sing, At whose command the waves obey; To whom the rivers tribute pay, Down the high mountains sliding: To whom the scaly nation yields Homage for the crystal fields...
Never weather-beaten sail more willing bent to shore, Never tir'd pilgrim's limbs affected slumber more, Than my wearied sprite now longs to fly out of my troubled breast:...
Thrice toss those oaken ashes in the air; Thrice sit thou mute in this enchanted chair; Then thrice three times tie up this true love's knot, And murmur soft: "She will, or she will not." ...
When thou must home to shades of underground, And there arrived, a new admir'd guest, The beauteous spirits do engirt thee round, White Iope, blithe Helen, and the rest,...