IV.

Descend, O mother-queen of love,

Leave a while the realms above;

With your gay presence grace the feast

Of that great god, who bears a boundless sway,

Who conquer’d climates where first rose the day.

Descend, O mother-queen of love,

At rich repasts an ever welcome guest;

But O ——, too long you stay,

Already young Amyntor, brisk and gay,