Leave Cyprus, thou that art the queen
Of Gnidus, and the Paphian isle,
And with my Glycera be seen,
Where, in her temple deck't and clean,
With frankincense she courts thy smile.

With all his ardour bring thy boy,
The nymphs, the graces loose and free;
Youth's goddess too, that has no joy,
With Mercury, whose mirth wou'd cloy,
Without thine influence and thee.