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;