"To love, and young desire;"[†]
But "bold and lawless numbers grow beneath"[†]
The people's praise, and give the crowd's free breath
A "mastering touch of fire."[†]
"Hymen, O Hymen!" beauteous ladies cry,
"Hymen, O Hymen!" loud
Shout forth the echoing crowd
The city through; patricians perched on high,
And the plebeian patient plodding by,
Raise incense like a cloud.