Say to Persephonè, If ’tis thy will
To shew me so much favour, prithee fill
This little vase with beauty for Love’s queen.
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‘She begs but what shall well o’erlast a day;
For of her own was much of late outspent
In nursing of her son, in bed who lay
Wounded by me, who for the gift am sent.
Then bring me what she gives, and with all speed;
For truth to say I stand, thou seest, in need