In fragrant savour to th’ immortals rise.

Or thou in other sort may’st well dispense

Wine-offerings and the smoke of frankincense,

Ere on the nightly couch thy limbs be laid;

Or when the stars from sacred sun-rise fade.

So shall thy piety accepted move

Their heavenly natures to propitious love:

Ne’er shall thy heritage divided be,

But others part their heritage to thee.

Let friends oft bidden to thy feast repair;