Of Marjoram flow'ret scented sweet;Take flamey veil: glad hither comeCome hither borne by snow-hue'd feetWearing the saffron'd sock.And, roused by day of joyful cheer,Carolling nuptial lays and chauntsWith voice as silver ringing clear,Beat ground with feet, while brandisht flauntsThy hand the piney torch.For Vinia comes by Manlius woo'd,As Venus on th' Idalian crest,Before the Phrygian judge she stoodAnd now with blessed omens blest,The maid is here to wed.A maiden shining bright of blee,As Myrtle branchlet Asia bred,Which Hamadryad deityAs toy for joyance aye befedWith humour of the dew.Then hither come thou, hieing lief,Awhile to leave th' Aonian cave,Where 'neath the rocky Thespian cliffNymph Aganippe loves to laveIn cooly waves outpoured.And call the house-bride, homewards bringMaid yearning for new married fere,Her mind with fondness manacling,As the tough ivy here and thereErrant the tree enwinds.And likewise ye, clean virginalMaidens, to whom shall haps befallLike day, in measure join ye allSinging, 0 Hymenaeus Hymen,0 Hymen Hymenaeus.That with more will-full will a-hearingThe call to office due, he wouldTurn footsteps hither, here appearing,Guide to good Venus, and the goodLover conjoining strait.What God than other Godheads moreMust love-sick wights for aid implore?Whose Godhead foremost shall adoreMankind? 0 Hymenaeus Hymen,O Hymen Hymenaeus.Thee for his own the trembling sireInvokes, thee Virgins ever sueWho laps of zone to loose aspire,And thee the bashful bridegrooms woo