Beyond the lucid orbs above,
Beyond the starry throne of Jove;
Extolled them in such lofty lays
That gods with envy heard the praise.
Oft has it called thee every name
Which boundless rapture taught to frame;
My life! my joy! my soul’s desire!
All that my wish could e’er require!
My pretty Venus! and my love!
My gentle turtle! and my dove!