And by such time unto her temple brought,
To him the goddess would this guerdon pay:
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Six honied kisses from her rosy mouth
Would Cytherea give, and one beside
To quench at heart for aye love’s mortal drouth:
But unto him that hid her, Woe betide!
Which now was on all tongues, and Psyche’s name
Herself o’erheard, or ever nigh she came
To Aphrodite’s temple where she hied.