Sea-born Goddesse, let me be, By thy sonne thus grac't, and thee; That when ere I wooe, I find Virgins coy, but not unkind. Let me when I kisse a maid, Taste her lips, so over-laid With Loves-sirrop; that I may, In your Temple, when I pray, Kisse the Altar, and confess Ther's in love, no bitterness. |