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OME, Cnidian, Paphian Venus, come, Thy well-beloved Cyprus spurn, Haste, where for thee in Glycera's home Sweet odours burn. Bring too thy Cupid, glowing warm, Graces and Nymphs, unzoned and free, And Youth, that lacking thee lacks charm, And Mercury.

HAT blessing shall the bard entreat The god he hallows, as he pours The winecup? Not the mounds of wheat
 * That load Sardinian threshing floors;

Not Indian gold or ivory—no,
 * Nor flocks that o'er Calabria stray,

Nor fields that Liris, still and slow,
 * Is eating, unperceived, away.

Let those whose fate allows them train
 * Calenum's vine; let trader bold

From golden cups rich liquor drain
 * For wares of Syria bought and sold,