A Hymn to Venus and Cupid

Sea-born goddess, let me be

By thy son thus grac'd and thee;

That whene'er I woo, I find

Virgins coy but not unkind.

Let me when I kiss a maid

Taste her lips so overlaid

With love's syrup, that I may,

In your temple when I pray,

Kiss the altar and confess

There's in love no bitterness.