Thus like a queen array’d, so richly dress’d,
Beauteous she shew’d, but naked shew’d the best.
Then, from the floor, he rais’d a royal bed,
With cov’rings of Sidonian purple spread:
The solemn rites perform’d, he calls her bride,
With blandishments invites her to his side,
And as she were with vital sense possess’d,
Her head did on a plumy pillow rest.
The feast of Venus came, a solemn day,
To which the Cypriots due devotion pay;