Hence the bride’s brow with Myrtle wreaths is graced,
When the long-wished-for night is come at last;
And Juno (queen of nuptial mysteries)
Makes all her torches of these fragrant trees.
Hence in Elysian fields are Myrtles said
To favour lovers with their friendly shade,
There Phædra, Procris (ancient poets feign),
And Eriphyle still of love complain,
Whose unextinguished flames e’en after death remain.
Nor is this all the honour Myrtles claim: