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,